Page 205 of At the Edge of Surrender

He crouched as he did the same down my abdomen, the man kneeling in front of me as he pressed gentle kisses to the spots he’d just washed.

While I ran my fingers through his drenched hair, across his neck and shoulders. Whispers and sighs left me as he continued, as he showered me in an adoration unlike anything I’d experienced before.

Then I turned and did the same to him.

Exploring his glorious body as I ran the sponge over him.

Memorizing the colors and lines as I went.

Shivering with the realization that I’d never been cut wide open and exposed like this. There was no reservation or hesitation left.

Kane shut off the shower and reached out to grab a towel, and he grinned as he ruffled it through my hair. “You make me happy, Emery Voss.”

This man had a way with words, but I wasn’t sure any of them had ever made me ashappyas that.

Because that’s what caring about someone was, wasn’t it? Hoping to make them happy?

And that place inside me glowed.

Rising up and overflowing.

And the words whispered from my lips. “You make me happy, too.”

I’d thought it impossible.

Now I knew it was unstoppable.

“Plan on making youvery,veryhappy for the rest of my life.” He let the innuendo wind in with that as he tucked the towel around my body then reached out to grab another one and wrapped it around his waist.

A giggle ripped out when he suddenly swept me up and tossed me over his shoulder, a gasp of words rushing out of me as my nails raked across his back. “What do you think you’re doing, Kane Asher?”

“Gotta feed my girl.”

My chest tightened, and I didn’t have time for softness to take me over since he was barreling out of his bathroom, through his room, and into the hall.

Twilight hugged the walls. Filtering in through the windows as he carried me downstairs.

“Oh my gosh, put me down.” It was a rash of giggles.

“Nah. Think I like you just like this.”

“A sack of potatoes slung over your shoulder?”

“Potatoes? Hardly. This is precious cargo. Diamonds. Gems. Motherfuckin’ gold.” He chuckled it as he hit the bottom landing and ambled down the long passageway to the kitchen, carrying me as if I didn’t weigh a thing.

He strode all the way in, rounding the island before he set me on the edge. He wedged himself between my legs that dangled over the side, and one of those big hands slipped to my cheek, his thumb running circles as he stared at me.

“Precious, precious cargo. It’s Emery Voss. And I want to carry her forever. In every way. Both in my arms and in my heart.”

My stomach swooped.

Damn him, making me fall for him this way.

Then he strode to the refrigerator, opened it, and ducked inside. “Here we go.”

He pulled out a cherry pie, a smug grin riding all over his handsome face.

I arched a teasing brow. “We’re having cherry pie for dinner?”

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