Page 88 of Rage's Heart

The guys had even started taking bets on how long until he’d break and claim her as his own. I was giving it until the end of the year.

When I made it home, Diesel greeted me at the door with his usual enthusiasm, nearly knocking me over in his excitement.

“Easy, boy,” I laughed, scratching behind his ears. “I know, I know. You missed me.”“

After letting him out into the backyard to do his business, I headed for the bedroom, my mind already running through the mental checklist of everything I needed to do before Rage got home.

I’d been planning this night for a week. I knew that Dr. Rodriguez would likely clear me at today’s appointment. Eight weeks of limited contact with my man had been torture. He wouldn’t touch me at all, wouldn’t let me touch him, and I was over it. He’d been so careful, so gentle, afraid of hurting me while I healed and I loved him for it.

But that ended tonight.

Opening my lingerie drawer that had gone untouched for too long, I pulled out the black lace set I’d ordered online last week. The balconette bra pushed my tits up in a way I knew would drive Rage crazy, and the matching thong left little to the imagination. I’d also splurged on black thigh-high stockings with lace tops that would cling to my legs without the need for garters.

Had I planned everything out to a T?

Yes, I had.

Did I mention I was horny for my man?

After a long, hot shower where I shaved, exfoliated, and buffed every inch of my body, I blow-dried my hair into soft waves that tumbled past my shoulders just the way Rage liked it. A touch of mascara, some tinted lip balm, a spritz of the cherry blossom body spray, and my look was complete.

Slipping into the lingerie, I assessed myself in the full-length mirror.

The bullet scar on my chest was still pink, a constant reminder of how close I’d come to never having another night like this. The one on my side was less visible, but no less significant.

For a moment, I studied the scars that decorated my body. At first they’d made me feel damaged and less beautiful. But as I looked at them in the mirror, they reminded me of how hard I’d fought to be here, to have this life with the man I loved.

Diesel’s excited barking from the living room announced that Rage was home. “Shit.”

Moving quickly, I lit the candles I’d placed around the room, hit the lights, and climbed onto the middle of the bed.

My heart was racing from nerves and excitement as I stretched out and propped myself up on one elbow in what I hoped was a seductive pose at the same time the front door was opening and closing.

Diesel’s nails clicked against the hardwood as he ran to greet his daddy was followed by Rage’s deep voice. “Where’s your momma, boy?”

I smiled to myself, adjusting my position one last time as I heard his footsteps moving down the hallway.

The bedroom door swung open and Rage filled the doorframe, still in his cut and boots, hair slightly windblown from the ride.

He stopped dead in his tracks, dark eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. His gaze traveled slowly from my face down to my stocking-clad feet and back up again, lingering on the lace barely containing my breasts.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, his voice dropping an octave.

I bit my lip, arousal pooling low in my belly at the naked hunger in his expression. “That’s the plan, baby.”

“What’s all this?” he asked, already shrugging out of his cut and kicking the door shut behind him.

I sat up and the movement caused my breasts to push further against the delicate lace. “Got the all clear from Dr. Rodriguez today.”

Understanding dawned on his face, followed by a look of such raw desire it made my pulse quicken. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I nodded, watching as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the tattooed expanse of his muscled chest. God, I’d missed this. “I thought we should celebrate.”

He stalked—no prowled toward the bed, his movements slow and predatory. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now?” His voice was rough with want. “Spread out on our bed like a fucking snack.”

I shivered at his words, heat building between my thighs. “I’ve missed you touching me. Really touching me.”

“Baby,” he growled, reaching the edge of the bed and looking down at me. “I’ve dreamed about this. About having you underneath me, feeling you come around my cock.”

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