Page 89 of Severed Rivalry
I kiss the top of her head and drop an arm over her shoulder, placing her computer bag on my own. “Come on.”
She closes her door, and we make our way inside. Eleanor sits on the floor mat, waiting for me to disengage her harness. When I do, she tears off for her water bowl.
I look up to find the woman I want to make a life with gawking at my house. Her mouth hangs open and she steps tentatively into the great room, apparently drinking it in.
“This is your home?”
“Yes.” Thoughhomedoesn’t feel like the right term anymore. It’s a house. A home is where love and family reside, where one finds peace. I’m halfway there. “It was in foreclosure, but it had good bones. I repaired what I wanted to keep and gutted what I wanted changed.”
“You make that sound easy. And cheap.”
“No. But it’s what I know. And we have… Had? Have?—I don’t know which anymore—crews to do the work and architect friends who could identify load-bearing walls. The location was perfect, and the price was right. It simply took some elbow grease and time to reveal what it could be.”
“Elbow grease and time?” It’s as if she’s talking to herself. “That’s how I refer to paint from Home Depot.”
“And you can bring down a porn ring inside an online app.” I walk up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, letting her heat melt into my chest. “An app, I’ll add, that I can’t figure out how to change my birthday in. We have different strengths.”
“Speaking of—” She turns in my arms. “Guess who started getting messages last night?”
I fight not to tighten my body. “They started sending you pictures?” I’d clench my jaw if it hadn’t been done for me.
She nods quickly. “Yep.”
“I’m not loving your enthusiasm about dick pics.”
Her hand firmly on my chest, she presses up onto her toes and hovers her lips near mine. “It makes them repeat offenders. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” I press my lips to hers in a touch that I wish I could take deeper. I’m sure she can feel the heat between us as blood surges to my cock, but I pull my pelvis away and turn her toward the kitchen. “You need to work. So do I actually. And if you can finish today, then I don’t have to think about other men sending you nudes.”
Her head tips up. “Cian Murphy, are you jealous?”
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“Of every single thing that gets your time or attention.”
Okay then.
I can’t stop the grin that plays on my lips.
I can’t stop my heart from soaring in my chest.
I can’t stop falling more and more in love with the man who lays his heart out there like it’s safe in my hands.
“Love you, Ci.”
He rounds the kitchen island, cups my face in both hands, and drops his forehead to mine.
“Thank you for coming back to me, Angel. I wouldn’t know what love is if it weren’t for you.” His lips drop to mine, and he groans. Pulling back, he adds, “I swear this mouth is its own chastity belt. When this comes off, all bets are off.”
I laugh. He drops his forehead back to mine, his gaze boring into me. “Absolute agony not being able to kiss you, not being able to taste you. Fucking torture.”
“Same, love. How long do we have to wait?”
“Two weeks, maybe three for the wires. Implants are after that. If I can quit messing with it, I might not need surgery. And since I’ve seen the inside of a hospital two times more than I wanted in the last three weeks, I’m good skipping another encounter.”
