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“Until we know for sure he’s not a threat to you, I need you to be more careful. You left your phone on the counter. The door was unlocked…anything could have happened to you. I wouldn’t have been able to help you…” I shudder against her at the thought as words too painful and terrifying to even speak enter my mind.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I’ve felt so safe these past few days that I let my guard down. You’re right. It was stupid to leave my phone here and keep the doors unlocked. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“I’m glad you feel safe with me here,” I sigh into her hair. “I know I probably overreacted, but I can’t help it. If he touches you again or hurts you in any way…” I close my eyes to the anger and fear that want to resurface. “I will do anything to keep you safe,” I whisper.
“I know. That’s what scares me the most,” she says quietly.
She buries her face in my chest, and I run my hand up into her ponytail. I hate that she’s more worried about me in this situation than herself, but I won’t promise her something I can’t keep. If he does show up, there’s no way in hell I’m staying out of it. He will have to get through me to get to her, and there’s no fucking chance of that happening.
“This will all be over soon,” I tell her instead because it will. If he doesn’t sign the papers and let her go, my brothers and I will be making a quick trip to Alabama. One way or another, I’ll make sure she’s free of him for good. “How was your run?” I ask, not wanting to talk about him anymore.
She looks up and grins. I brush back a piece of her hair that has escaped her ponytail. “It felt so good to feel that burn again. I haven’t been on a run since I moved to Florida. I didn’t realize how much I had missed it. The sunset was amazing, and I even saw a dolphin out in the distance.” Her caramel eyes light up, and I can’t help but grin at her excitement.
“Sounds like you had a good time. Next time you go, I’ll join you.”
“You sure you can keep up?” she teases me, her eyes shining with the memory of me chasing her down the beach.
“Oh, I think I can manage to keep up.” I sling her over my shoulder in one quick motion. She shrieks before her body starts to shake with laughter as I walk us to the bathroom. I set her down before lowering myself to my knees. She’s in tight little pink yoga shorts with a matching sports bra, looking like the best damn dessert I’ve ever seen.
I kiss her bare stomach and taste the saltiness of her skin as my tongue swirls around her navel. Her fingers dig into my hair as my hands skim up the back of her thighs and grasp her ass before sliding her shorts down her legs. I remove her socks and shoes and kiss my way up her leg, wanting and needing to taste as much of her as I can.
When I reach her center, I close my eyes and take a deep inhale. Her sweet scent fills my nostrils, and I moan at the intoxicating smell. My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening pussy as I take a slow lick.
She moans my name, and my dick strains at the sound of it on her lips. I’ll make damn sure it’s the only name she’ll ever be moaning again.
Standing up, I lick my lips and watch her eyes flick down to my tongue as I get every last drop of her before meeting mine again. The hunger I see in them matches my own as I lift my shirt over my head and remove my pants and shoes.
I watch her remove her sports bra, and her full breasts bounce as they are freed. My eyes greedily roam over her. I have a hard time focusing on one part of her when every single part of her captivates me.
“You are easily the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” I murmur, tracing her skin with my finger down her neck to her breast. I circle her nipple until it tightens into a pink bud. “Nothing in my life before you compares to what is standing before me now.”
“I feel the exact same way,” she whispers, blinking back the tears. “My life started the night I met you.”
I step closer and slide my hands up her neck to capture her face. My thumbs rub against her cheeks as I lean closer to her parted lips and angle her head right where I need her. I feel her breath fan my skin seconds before I dive into pure heaven.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
LYLA
His tongue invades my mouth, and I eagerly welcome him in. We tangle together as I press further into him. I know I scared him earlier, and I want to remind him that I’m here…that I’m his.
He’s hard against my stomach, and my hand seeks out his velvet skin as I circle around his thickness. A growl escapes his lips as I stroke down his length.
“I need you now, Lyla.” The desperation in his low voice sends shivers down my spine. I never thought I would trust someone with my body the way I do with him, but he’s made it easy to let go of my fears. Even when his touches are rough, I still feel the love behind them and know I’m safe. I’ve grown quite fond of the dominant side of him in bed, and I’m eager to learn and explore this new side of me that feels liberated every time he brings it out.
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him tightly as he walks us into the standing shower. Warm spray hits my back as he turns on the water before pressing me against the cool tile. His fingers dig into my behind as he moves me against him. When I feel his teeth graze my neck, I arch back, giving himbetter access to do what he pleases. He sucks deep, and I gasp as heat floods my center.
Licking the spot he just marked, I feel him grin against my neck. “You are beautiful with me on your skin. I love you walking around and having a little reminder of what I’m about to make you feel.”
He releases his hold on me, and I slide down his body. Before I can touch him, my wrists are bound together tightly with his hand as he holds them above my head. His other hand grips behind my thigh as he lifts my leg.
I close my eyes as I feel him nudge my entrance. My center throbs steadily in perfect synchronicity with the heartbeat in my chest.
“Look at me, little hummingbird,” his voice thick with need. I open my eyes and stare into his greys that capture my whole being. If there was any doubt before about who I belong to, it vanishes the moment I see my emotions mirrored in his. I could no more ask him to stay out of any risk for me than I could step aside for him. For better or worse, he is mine, and I am his.
He fills me in one hard thrust, and my body eagerly wraps around him, happy to have him where he belongs.
“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “This is it for me, Lyla.You'reit for me,” he breathes against me.
