Page 98 of Sworn to Protect

I shake my head, a grin spreading across my face. “Fuck Mrs. Morgan. I’m living my life for me. Well, me and the kids. And I guess you if you’re going to be moving in.”

He chuckles, the sound low and sexy, and I feel the tension between us shift. It is no longer about words or promises; it’s about the unspoken desire that pulses between us like a living thing.

His eyes darken into a look I’m getting to know quite well. My senses go on full alert. He’s up to something. He takes the wineglass out of my hand and sets it by his. That chiseled jaw, peppered with a five o’clock shadow, turns to face me, and I practically melt in my seat. God, he’s gorgeous.

“What would you say about moving here?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

I jerk my head back and look around the property. “What? Here? Is this house for sale?”

His lips curl into that cocky smirk I’ve come to love, the kind that makes my panties damp just by existing. “Yes, to this house, but no, it’s not for sale.”

I frown. “Okay, I’m confused. How could we move in here if it’s not for sale?”

“Easy.” His voice is smooth and confident as he shrugs. “I bought it on Saturday. That’s why I had to leave. My bank is in San Francisco.”

“What?” I screech. But seriously, what?

“Mark told me about this place, and it fits the description that you wanted.” His eyes darken, and I swear he’s staring straight into my soul—or maybe my panties. “You approve?”

I glance around the house, which fits my dream perfectly, and smile. I peek through the French glass doors that lead to the great room and take in the beautifully crafted hardwood floors and the room’s angles. It’s everything. But the way he’s looking at me? That’s the real thing that’s making my knees weak.

“It’s already furnished,” I say, my voice breathy because I can’t help it. “When did you have time to shop?”

His chuckles are low and dirty, the kind that makes me squirm. “Imayhave cheated, considering the place was turnkey. But we can always redecorate whatever you want. I figure that’s your department.”

“Huh.” I shift to face him again. “It’s a good thing you asked me to move in before telling me you bought this.”

“Why?”

“Because you’d spend the rest of your life wondering if I stayed because of the house or you.”

That smirk turns predatory, and my thighs clench in response. “Oh, yeah?”

I nod, licking my lips. “Yep.” My voice is husky, dripping with need, and it’s all the invitation he needs.

Nate doesn’t waste a second. He tackles me onto my back, his body slamming mine onto the couch, his weight pinning me down in the best way possible. I can feel his cock, already hard as steel, pressing against my thigh, straining against the fabric of his jeans. My hips buck up instinctively, grinding against him as a low growl rumbles from his chest.

“Fuck, Mackenzie,” he breathes, his voice rough, raw, and full of want. His hands are everywhere—tangling in my hair, gripping my hips, roaming over my ass like he’s memorizing every curve. “I’ve beendyingfor this.”

“Then stop talking and take me.” My voice trembles with desperation, but it’s been too goddamn long since I’ve had him inside me, and I’m not about to wait another second.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he scoops me up like I’m nothing. His arms bulge with the strength that only comes from years of military training. He carries me to the bedroom like I’m his fucking prize, and honestly, I feel like one. My pulse races as he lays me down on the bed, his hands already tugging at my clothes like they’re his sworn enemy.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes darkwith lust as he strips me bare. “I wish you could feel just how much I love you.”

But I can.With the way his lips find mine and taste of sweet wine and promises. With the way his hands move with a familiarity that’s both comforting and intoxicating, he lets me know how much.

His hand slides up my thigh to my ass, and that touch. It fucking sets me on fire, and it’s all I can do not to melt into him. When his hand slides between my legs, I’m already soaked, and the smug grin that spreads across his face tells me he knows it.

“You missed me that much, huh?” he teases, his voice low and dirty, his fingers brushing against my clit just enough to make me whimper.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I gasp, my hips arching up to meet his hand. But he doesn’t give in that easily. Oh no, Nate Dixon likes to take his sweet fucking time, and right now, he’s determined to make me beg.

His mouth descends on mine in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and hunger, and I’m fucking drowning in it. His hands are everywhere—squeezing my tits, stroking my pussy, teasing my nipples until they’re hard as pebbles. I’m writhing beneath him, desperate for more, but he’s playing his usual game of torture, and I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.

“Nate,” I moan, my voice breaking as his fingers slide inside me, curling in the way to hit that perfect spot. God he’s so good at this. “Please.”

“Please what?” he growls against my neck, his breath hot on my skin as he bites down gently, leaving a mark that I know will linger for days. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

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