“It’s my fault. I could have told you, but every time I tried, we, um…”
“Ended up like this?” she fills in, her cheeks reddening.
My fingers twitch with the urge to touch her, so I do. I cup her jaw and lean closer. “I hope that won’t be a problem, love. We’re going to end up like this a lot.”
“No. It’s not going to be a problem.”
“Good, because you’re about to end up on my cock again.” I pull her into my arms, and it’s her who leans in to kiss me.
I let her take it—the moment, the control, the power—and damn, does it feel good.
Chapter Thirty
Isla
Memoriesof last night crash over me in a slow, molten wave as Knox Vale fills my mind.
His hands.
His mouth.
His touch.
God, his touch. The way Knox touched me… it was like he was starving for me.
I was starving for him, too. It made it easier to burn through that line between us and everything standing in our way.
My body feels wrecked. The delicious ache between my thighs reminds me it’s the good kind of wreckage. The kind a girl wants to feel when she’s spent the night with a man who claimed her inside and out.
How many times did he take me? I’ve lost count.
Instinctively, I reach out across the sheet, feeling for him. My fingers slide to the cool dent in the mattress where his body should be. But the space is empty.
Empty like it was the morning after our wedding.
My stomach dips.
I blink fully awake and push myself up on my elbows.
Just like that morning, radiant light spills across the bedsheets in streams of soft gold.
For a moment, I don’t move. I just stay here, breathing in the scent of him.
The room feels different without him. Quiet and still. Like the air is holding its breath with me.
Dare I think that he could be downstairs?
Knox is most likely working.Again.
And that’s fine. I can’t be upset about that, even though I am. And I’m disappointed, too. Above everything, I just wanted to spend time with him.
At least I know about the woman. And that Knox definitely wasn’t cheating with her. Of all the things I thought he was going to tell me about her, I never expected a sad story about his best friend.
As he told me about his friend’s illness, I saw a softer side of Knox. Something more to grip me about him.
As if I wasn’t already hooked.
His absence now is another wakeup call. Like reality’s breath in the eye of the storm. It’s a time to reflect and ask myself again what I’m getting myself into.
