Page 188 of At the Edge of Surrender

“Oh yeah.”

“Then you probably should get started.”

A low chuckle rolled from him. “That’s it. My needy girl. You want it, don’t you? You’re never going to have to go without it again.”

Another promise.

One I didn’t even want to reject.

Because he reached around to unsnap my bra and dragged the straps down my arms before he tossed it behind him to the floor.

I had no urge to fight or shield or cover.

Goosebumps lifted across my flesh, and my stomach tightened as he gazed down at me.

“Perfect tits. But you’ve got perfect everything, don’t you? Perfect heart and perfect spirit and this tight, perfect body that I’ve been dying to get lost in.”

My head barely shook. “I’m far from perfect.”

Kane reached out and tipped up my chin, attention so intent I was chained by it. “You might not be perfect, Emery, but what I know is you are perfect for me. Meant for me. My match that I didn’t know I was missing.”

Energy streaked, pounding against the walls and reverberating back into us.

As if the ghosts that had haunted us had been freed. Freed to find this moment’s peace.

Kane eased off the side of the bed and came to stand over me.

He never looked away as he kicked off his shoes and his hands went to the button of his jeans. Just touching the bronze that glinted beneath the rays of sunlight that poured into the room through the windows.

The man lit in shimmery beams.

A beacon that had called me home.

Home.

I trembled at the thought.

“You good with this?” he asked, the man full of caution and care all while being this shaken bottle of severity.

I guessed for both of us, this felt insurmountably different than it had last night.

As if a barrier had been broken.

A door opened that had been locked shut.

“I’m more than good. I’m the best I’ve been in a long, long time.”

It should have been impossible after what had happened this afternoon, but it was true.

I’d never felt this alive before.

“Oh, you just wait, Emery…I haven’t even touched you yet.”

He flicked the button, dragged down the zipper, and slowly began to rid himself of his jeans, taking his underwear with them.

He bent over to shove his jeans the rest of the way off his ankles.

Then he stood.

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