Lifting his head, our eyes meet and his smile is so warm. “I’m sorry.”
I can’t help a frown. “For what?”
“I wasn’t going to do that until you were completely better. I didn’t want to force you to do anything—”
“MacCallam Lockwood Tate, are you trying to say you think that was forced?”
A naughty gleam is in his eyes. “There’s my dirty girl. I want to fuck you five more times tonight, yes?”
Laughter bursts through my lips, and I cover my face with my hands. “I don’t know if I can go five more rounds,” I confess.
“Fucking concussion. Yet another reason I plan to kill Wade Paxton with my bare hands.” Cal scoots up in the bed and cradles me in his arms. “I’ll take it easy on you, but just know I’m fucking you five more times in my mind.”
I can’t resist teasing him. “I can probably handle once more in a bit.”
He leans back and places the pad of his thumb against my top lip. “That’s my little trooper.” He grins, and I laugh, and he leans down to kiss me, pulling my lip gently between his teeth.
“Oh! Hang on.” He’s out of the bed and crossing the room in a flash, and I slowly push myself to a sitting position.
My blouse is beside me, so I put my arms in the sleeves and let it hang open over my breasts. Cal is digging in his discarded jeans, and I’m admiring the flex of his fine ass when he stands and faces me. His eyes darken, and he grins.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He walks slowly back to the bed carrying a small parcel. “Look at you with that just-fucked hair and your shirt all open. God, Zelda, you’re killing me.”
“Stop it,” I pretend-scold. “You’re making me blush.”
“Liar. You are never shy with me, and don’t you ever start. I’ll spank that out of you.”
His words give me a little thrill, and I press my lips together. “What do you have?” I nod toward his hand.
Climbing onto the bed beside me, he gently lifts my injured hand and studies it a moment. We were able to remove the tin ring he’d given me without cutting it, but my finger is still swollen and now has a metal brace on it as well as gauze and tape.
“More reasons to kill Paxton,” he says through an exhale.
Placing my hand on his muscled thigh, I watch as he opens a small silk bag and takes out a tissue-wrapped item. My breath disappears when I see what’s inside.
“Cal!” I gasp. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“It’s rose gold and diamonds,” he says quietly. “See the details on the side here? They look like angel’s wings. I thought of you, since you’re my angel.”
Tears blur my vision, and I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful piece of jewelry. “I’ve carried it with me everywhere while they had you. I said I would put it on you the moment we found you. I never expected…”
His eyes drift to my injury, and I reach up to touch his face. “I love it so much.”
“Will you still be my wife, Zelda Scott Wilder? After all you’ve been through?”
“There’s nothing I would love more than to be your wife, MaCallam Lockwood Tate.”
His eyes light with a tease. “Glad to hear it, and no more carrying on about not being royal enough or whatever. You’ve got my little princess in your body now.”
“You get a player for a princess,” I say, doing a pretend frown.
“I’m the luckiest guy I know.”
24
Trouble
Cal