Page 66 of Forbidden Cravings

Casey ran her hands up my chest and I gave her a grin, yanking her hips into me. I pushed her skirt up, hitting the edge of her lace panties, and narrowed my eyes.

“Donelli’s fine. His men had him secured in a safe room. Tony’s not dead. He’s close to it, but he held on. They just rushed him to the hospital. He’s full of holes, but the fucker’s tougher than he looks.”

I pushed the panties aside, my fingers slipping between her legs.

“He’ll be down for a while if he’s that injured,” I said, sinking my fingers into her and watching her bite her lip. “That and the fact that they attacked his family head-on will make them look weak. Call Tirenti and Stirk. Ensure them we handled the situation. Spin it so Donelli doesn’t look like he’s vulnerable. I need stability in this province.”

“And the Omens?”

They were like a fungus that was spreading. “Let me handle the Omens. I have a plan to keep them in their place, at least for the time being.”

“Fine. I’m gonna stay here a little longer and help Donelli get situated. He’s shaken up, and that’s the last thing we need. Keep your hands off my sister while I’m gone.”

“Not gonna happen, Ty. In fact, they're on her now.”

“You’re an asshole, Mace.”

“I know,” I said, sliding my finger over her clit. My shirt was still unbuttoned, and she was kissing her way up my chest. She froze, pushing down on my hand and moaning. “And she’s gonna make me a very satisfied asshole as soon as I remind her there are consequences for wearing these skimpy panties.”

She jerked back, her eyes wide, as Tyson started swearing at me. Hanging up, I tossed the phone to the other seat and gripped her hip.

“What did I tell you about wearing these sexy panties?”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?” she said with a coy smile.

“That’s a technicality, sweetheart. You were wearing these when I was hours away.” I pinched her clit, and she jumped.“And then you went and wore this tiny skirt, showing everyone those sexy thighs and calves.”

“But you like it,” she said, leaning toward me.

“Damn right I like it, but these,” I snapped her panties on her hip. “Are for my eyes only.”

“I will not wear ugly panties, Mason.”

“No, you won’t. You’re going to wear these tiny things or nothing at all from now on.”

Her eyebrow arched beautifully. “I am?”

“You are. I told you once your brother and I worked it out, you were coming home with me.”

“And what about my life here?”

I squeezed her waist, shoving her body against mine. “Your life is with me now.”

Her inhale was enough to send me over the edge and stop my game.

“With you?” The hazel in her eyes was a rich amber.

“Yes. You’re mine, Casey. I claimed you that night in Treemont, and I’m not giving you up again.”

“What are you saying, Mason?”

Her eyes searched mine, looking for something to convince her to give everything up for me.

“I’m saying that I love you, Casey. I won’t live without you anymore and I’ll be damned if I can’t touch you every day of my life and have you in my bed every night of it.”

Her eyes sparkled, her smile lighting the space around us. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, stealing the air from my lungs with the emotion in it. “I love you, too, Mason, and I don’t want to be away from you. It hurts to breathe when you’re not next to me and there’s an ache in my chest that won’t disappear.” I knew that ache. It had hounded me since she left.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I brought her lips to mine, kissing her again and knowing the ache in my chest wouldnever return because Casey belonged to me now and I was never letting her go.

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