“Feel free to moan like you just did again,” I whisper. “I liked it.”
“I’m going to do a whole lot more than moan, sweetheart,” he promises, his lips covering my lips again, his tongue once again licking into my mouth, pressing past my lips, and I feel the lick between my thighs, in the deep throb of my sex that clenches his cock.
My reward is his moan again, and I whisper, “Yes. Just like that.”
He smiles against my lips, and God, how I love that he smiles. My hand slides to the jaguar on his arm. “I even love this damn rebellious tattoo.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes,” I whisper, a wave of heat between us that all but reaches inside me and steals my breath. “I do.”
“Show me, Harper. Show me everything. And I’ll show you everything.”
Show me everything. And I’ll show you everything.
Those words are everything and now, I can breathe because I’m breathing with him. Now, he’s kissing me and we’re swaying together, our bodies moving and grinding. The passion is explosive. His lips are on my jaw. On my neck, trailing down my shoulder. His fingers on my nipple. I’m on fire with sensations. “What do you feel right now?” he demands, thrusting into me and then pressing his cheek to mine, lips at my ear. “Right now.”
I pull back and look at him, his gaze raking over my breasts, hot and hungry before they lift to my face. “Tell me,” he demands.
“Alive,” I whisper, and it’s true. Every part of me feels something right now. Every part of me feels him. “Alive,” I say again.
Surprise flickers in his eyes and then warmth floods his expression. “Me, too, sweetheart. Me, too.” His hands slide under my hair to my neck. “You’re never leaving me.”
“You’re never leaving me.”
And then we’re kissing again, a craving between us, seduction between us—love between us, even if we haven’t actually said those words. I all but did, and I don’t even care. He needs to be loved. He needs to be accepted. I hold onto him, and I silently vow to never let go. We sway again, slow, sensual, kissing just as slow and sensual. We savor every moment together. Every thrust, pump, touch, even every breath we share. I scrape my nails down his spine. He arches into me and offers me the chance to kiss his neck. To kiss his shoulder. But there is a moment when our eyes collide, and we explode. Passion burns deep and wild, and there is no coming back. We fall into the eruption of sensations together and collapse with exhaustion when it’s over.
Eric rolls me to my side, pulls me close, his leg entwined with mine and his hand on my face. “The savant in me—”
I press my fingers to his lips. “Is you. And that’s everything to me.”
He cups my hand and pulls it between us. “That’s what you need to understand, Harper. Sometimes it consumes me. It changes me. I have to deal with it and—”
“We have to deal with it. You have to think like that or I can’t be here and share a life with you, Eric. A life. Our life. We—”
“Will deal with it,” he says. “We.” He presses his forehead to mine and holds me close, but I can feel the torment radiating off of him. He doesn’t want me to see that part of him. He hates it that much and I just remind myself that I have to love him that much more.
CHAPTER FIVE
Harper
I don’t know how long Eric and I lay there on that chair, naked, intimate, together—just us. But there is a world outside his office that wants to own us, and that means we have to get up and face it. We have to fight. Eric’s the first one to speak. “We need to get up.”
I sigh, giving in to the inevitability of that statement. There’s a war raging around us. We have to return to battle. “You don’t suppose Grayson is out there waiting on us, do you?”
“No. He knew we needed time.” He kisses my temple. “And we did and do. Everything and everyone around us has owned us for the past twenty-four hours.”
Owned.
The same word I’d thought in my head.
He’s right. We’ve been owned. I think it’s time we take the control back.
Reluctantly, and in silence, we ease out of the chair and start dressing. Eric has just pulled on his pants and glanced at his watch when my stomach growls loudly. He laughs. “Me, too,” he says. “I’m starving, which is why I was checking my watch. It’s six. We can still get takeout from about anywhere.”
I finish dressing and hug myself, craving the day when we are free from this hell we’re living inside, free to leave this apartment and feel safe. “Because staying in is the best way to avoid being killed while eating dinner. We’re targets and there’s an assassin o
n the lose. Welcome to the world of the wicked Kingston family.”