Chains captured her chin, and forced her to look at him. “I care. Okay? I don’t give a fuck about your family. They don’t care about you, and they don’t deserve you. You’re mine, and I’m not ever letting you go.”
His words should fill her with fear or panic. They didn’t. She felt thrilled, and the smile on her lips was real. “Really?”
“Really.” He ran his thumb across her lip. “Come on. Let’s go see what the bastard took.”
She followed Chains back to his home.
“Stupid fucking security.”
“Are we staying here?”
“Nope. Because of El Diablo, we’re heading up to my cabin, which even Boss doesn’t know about.” Chains closed the door behind him, and she followed along as he packed their cases with enough clothes to last a couple of weeks, by the looks of it.
Her hands were shaking, and she expected him to be angry at her. He seemed so calm. It’s one of the things she liked about him—his control, his patience with her.
“I didn’t want to go,” she said, reaching out to grab his arm.
Chains stared at her. “Why didn’t you tell him to stop?”
“I was scared. I don’t really know what happened. One moment I was waiting for you, the next he was in the basement searching for something. What did you have down there?” she asked.
Chains smirked, but it was anything but friendly. “My boss has him on a goose chase right now. It would have been nice to know he planted a clue in my fucking house.”
Lori frowned at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about right now, and you keep talking to me as if I do.”
He smiled. “One day, I’ll tell you.”
When he made to pass, she grabbed his arm, and hugged him. Closing her eyes, she breathed in his masculine scent, and just relaxed. He was her safety net.
For several seconds he didn’t do a single thing. He simply held still and waited.
“Hold me,” she said.
His hands went to her back. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m just feeling … so much right now.”
“Why?”
She exhaled a heavy breath. “I didn’t want to go home. I just wanted to come back here to you.” She eased back long enough to look at him. “And being here with you, I feel so alive.” She cupped his cheek. “Is that weird?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been normal in my life.”
“I’m starting to think normal is overrated, but I don’t want to go back to my old life. Please, Chains, don’t make me go back.”
“I’m not going to make you go back.” He covered her hand with his own.
Whenever he touched her, she got a thrill, and she didn’t want to lose that.
“Kiss me.”
Chains stared at her for the longest time. All she wanted was his lips on hers, and when he made no move to do that, she lost her patience with him. Gripping the back of his neck, she pulled his head down.
He could have fought her. He didn’t.
His lips met hers, and everything that felt wrong in her world went away. The only person she wanted or cared about was right in front of her.
She traced her tongue across his lips, and when he opened, she plunged inside, deepening the kiss. Releasing a moan, she closed her eyes, and gave herself over to the pleasure of his lips. One of his hands held onto her head, and he sank his fingers into her hair. When he held her tightly, she melted against him, not wanting to let him go.