Page 28 of Forever Mr Black

My chest tightens with emotion. Tears spring into my eyes. “I don’t want you to do that.”

“I would, Sophie. I’ll protect you until the day I die. I’m not going to play into Theo’s hands. I won’t beat the shit out of him even though he fucking deserves it, but I’m not letting him win either. I’ve made plans.”

I glance warily at his laptop. “What plans?”

He glides his hands down my arms and rests them on my waist. “I’m having him followed. I want to see what the fucker’s up to. He knows too much about us, about me. Someone’s been talking, and I’m going to find out who it is.”

I’ve told Art limited information about Theo. I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “How can you have him followed? You don’t know what he looks like. You don’t even know what his last name is.”

Art looks awkward. “I knew you wouldn’t tell me even if I asked you, so I asked Lucy for his name, just in case.”

“Just in case what?”

“He stepped things up, which he has.”

Of course Lucy told him. She despises Theo nearly as much as Art does.

“I suppose you having him followed is better than you tracking him down yourself and kicking the shit out of him.” I link my arms around his neck. “But it’s on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“You tell me whatever you find out. No hiding things from me because you don’t want to worry me. We’re in this together.”

“I promise. We’ll get through this together.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you okay … after your nightmare?”

I nod.

“I wish I could make them stop.”

I cup his jaw in my hands and stroke my thumbs across his stubble. “You do.”

His eyes search my face. “No more sleeping in the spare room.”

“I only went in there because we’d argued.”

“There’s to be no more arguing, especially about him.” He kisses me languidly, his hands in my hair pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. He pulls away, slightly breathless. “No more fighting.” His hands glide down my back and rest on my behind. “You belong in bed with me—always.”

I shake my head. “I was wrong to take my ring off. I’m sorry. I was just mad, and I was trying to make you see sense.”

“Shush. It’s done.” He kisses me and then skims his mouth to my right ear. “I want to forget,” he whispers.

I close my eyes as he places hot and heavy kisses down my neck, all the way to my collarbone. My spine curls as I instinctively arch against him, my curves moulding to his, the way they always do. Desire courses through my veins, making me shiver with need, and I bunch my fingers through his thick hair. His lips burn my flesh.

“Help me forget, Sophie.”

Fuck.

I open my eyes as he lifts me onto the cold countertop. He pushes open my thighs and impatiently rucks my nightdress up and off over my head. My fingers pull at the edge of his T-shirt, yanking it upwards, desperate to feel him beneath my hands, and he obliges, ripping it off. My eyes devour the sight of the chiselled golden flesh I’m longing to feel pressed against me, but it seems he’s got other plans.

He cups my right breast and locks eyes with me, lowering his mouth to my nipple. He swirls his tongue around the bud, biting and sucking, and then repeats. My eyes close as I lean back on my hands and moan in delight as he does the same with my left breast. It’s electric. His touch is fire, which I’d happily burn beneath. He scorches a line with his tongue all the way up from my breast to my left ear, making the muscles between my legs clench.

He nips my earlobe. “Sometimes, I want to bury myself inside you so deep that I forget who I am.” He pushes my hair away from my face with his hand and kisses the soft skin at the base of my neck. “I’m only truly at peace when I’m lost in you.”

My breathing’s all over the place, and so is his. He presses his lips to my ear and slides his hands up the inside of my thighs, his fingers grazing my clit.

My fingers grip the counter so hard that I’m sure they’re going to break as he growls deeply in my ear, “You’re so ready for me.”

My body is humming with need for him. If he doesn’t do something soon …

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