Bane ran a hand over his mouth and let out a long heavy sigh. “You really think that?” he asked. “That Crosby would be okay with it? Me being his son’s dad?”
I stepped in front of him and ran my hands up his arms. “I think he’d be disappointed if you weren’t. I don’t know what our future holds or where we are going with this, us, but I do know that whatever happens this baby will be a Cash. And he will need you.”
Bane’s expression darkened. “What the fuck do you mean by you don’t know what our future holds?” he reached up and grabbed my hand off his arm squeezing it. “You’ll spend the rest of it with me if you want to save lives. Because if you think I will remain sane if you ever try and walk away from me, you’re wrong. I need you. I can’t live without you.” There was a ferocity in his voice.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I replied sweetly.
“Then don’t say shit like that,” he said taking my chin between his forefinger and thumb. “It fucks with my head.”
“I won’t.”
His eyes searched mine as if he needed to be reassured that I wasn’t going anywhere before lowering his head and brushing his mouth against mine. The flick of his tongue on my bottom lip had me leaning into him and opening for more. I could never seem to get enough of this man. He had walked into my life threatening to take it and in the end, he’d given me a life better than my dreams.