Page 59 of Wrath
She whispered in his ear, “Please tell me you get to take your suit home. You might need to rescue me in the bedroom.”
A warmth spread through him. Trust his girl to turn everything into a positive.
Parker gaped at the smile on Wyatt’s face and then lifted Wyatt’s wrist to inspect his balanced Yin-Yang tattoo. He shook his head. “I had to see it to believe it.” To Misha, he said, “Welcome to the family. Wyatt, spare clothes are on the table. Misha, Lilo has you sorted upstairs. Here’s a robe for now.”
“Oh, thank God for Lilo!” Misha gratefully accepted the robe from Parker before he left the room. Turning to Wyatt as she put it on, she pursed her lips. “What did he mean?”
“That we can finally get changed out of our wet clothes.”
She slapped him on the chest. “You know what I’m talking about. Why does he think I’m part of the family? It’s a little, I don’t know, soon for that, right?”
He gathered Misha into his arms. “There’s only one way this is going to end between us. Together.”
A distance formed behind her eyes.
Obviously, she still needed convincing he wasn’t going to leave her, despite the dangers of his job. She needed to believe that love was worth it all. And to do that, he had to be everything she’d never had in her life. A supportive influence, a lover who would never leave, and a loyal protector. He leaned down and kissed her gently, tasting her lips. It was only meant to be a sweet touch, but the instant her salty tongue pushed through to his, arousal speared through him and he deepened the kiss until she gasped for breath.
“You really need to quit doing that,” Misha murmured into his mouth, clutching onto him.
“Doing what?”
“Kissing me to distract me.”
Wyatt nibbled her jaw. Licked her perfect skin. Sucked her ear lobe. Couldn’t help himself. She drove his instincts with her scent and her very proximity. There was nothing for him to feel in that moment, no wrath, nothing, but her consuming presence. His hands slid down to cup her ass. Her clothes were wet. Soaking. Abruptly, he broke the kiss. “You’re right. I’m distracting you from changing into dry clothes.”
Misha’s eyes had glazed. “No, from the pressure of meeting your family.”
His palm ran down his face. This was serious. For Christ’s sake, he was on his way to reunite with his family. But she made him mindless.
Trying to keep his back to her, he stripped and quickly changed into the clean clothes that had been sitting on the workshop bench. A pair of sweat pants and a black T-shirt. They knew him so well. When the soft cotton slid over his skin, he registered how irritating the damp fabric of his jeans had become. He scrubbed his hand through his hair, took a deep breath and turned back to Misha.
She stood near the exit, hugging her robe, eyeing him appreciatively. “We’ll be revisitingthatlater. But first, I’m starving and kinda cold.”
Lips curving, he guided her toward the hallway, past the workout room, medical room, and then to the elevator at the end. When they got inside the car, he stood back while she inspected her appearance in the mirrored wall surrounding them.
She was in his house. His home. He couldn’t wait to cook her a good meal. None of that homey shit, but a taste bud exploding gourmet meal. To show her everything he’d learned about being a five-star chef. People fucking went on a wait list to eat his food.
Her hands trembled as she tucked hair behind her ears.
He opened and closed his mouth multiple times before saying quietly, “I know this is a lot to take in.”
After checking her teeth, she turned to him with a blank face.
“The inside look at our headquarters,” he elaborated. “And staying here… but it’s safest for you here. At least until we work out how to deal with Dimitri. We have a spare apartment, so you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want. I mean, I’d like you to, but you don’t have to.”
A blush tinged her cheeks. “Thanks, Wyatt.”
That wasn’t a definitive answer, but he didn’t push her. It might take her over the edge and the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her away.
He took her hand and drew her to his body. “Have dinner with me tonight.”
“Like a date?”
“Yeah. I’ll cook. We can watch a movie. You can call your family.”
Finally, peace seemed to settled over her. “I’d like that.”
A ping announced the elevator’s arrival at the third level. Wyatt stepped out with Misha shortly behind. He took a deep breath of courage, took Misha’s hand, and walked into the common apartment to explain to his family of deadly heroes why he hadn’t contacted them in five months. He’d left a broken, betrayed man, and returned with his mate. But they’d continued to fight the Syndicate without him, continued to do the right thing while he’d run from it. He owed them.
