“Relax. Rex met me. He knows I’m here.”
Fuck. Her raspy voice washes over me first, then her pineapple and coconut scent. The constant uneasiness I’ve felt for the past two months settles and I’m finally able to take a deep breath. I don’t know whether to be relieved or pissed. Relieved she finally came to me or pissed that Rex didn’t warn me.
Her gaze wanders over me. She looks at the tattoos peeking out of my shirt, the sliver of my chest that’s showing from where I unbuttoned my shirt, down to my arms where my sleeves are rolled up, and stops on my unbuckled belt.
Walking forward, she rounds my desk and leans against it. Her legs are on display. Her petite feet are in a gorgeous pair of black fuck me heels. Her left ankle is wrapped with an anklet I bought her for our first anniversary.Does she remember that day? I have to find out what all she remembers.
My eyes continue up her calf, to her knee, her thighs, her cleavage, her slender neck, her plump red lips, and her big brown eyes that show she loves how I look at her body.
“Hello, love.” The small exhale she releases tickles my ear. Unable to keep my hands off her, I rub my knuckles up her arm, my lips tipping up when goosebumps break out along her skin.
“Hi, Nix,” she whispers.
I don’t break eye contact with her as I intertwine our fingers. “Are you home?”
She sighs and takes her hand out of mine. I want to grab her and pull her down in my lap, hold her hands behind her back, and mark her. “Depends,” she answers.
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest. Her eyes flicker to my biceps, making me smirk. “On what?”
She shifts on her feet, breaking eye contact with me. “If you’re going to be honest with me.”
Unease settles in my stomach. I know I need to be honest with her, but if it leads to her leaving me, then she really will be my prisoner because I’m not letting her go. Not again.
“I’ll be honest with you.” She drops her shoulders as the tension leaves her body. “But I need you to understand I may not answer every question. If I promise to be honest with you, you have to take into consideration that there are some things I can’t tell you for your safety.”
Her eyes narrow as she processes that. She twists her lips to the side and inhales slowly. “I think I’ll be safer if you don’t keep anything from me.”
I force myself not to show any emotions as I stare at her. “Why do you think that?”
She scoffs. “I was kidnapped twice. It doesn’t seem like keeping things from me helped.”
“What do you remember?” I ask her.
She swallows and looks out the window. “I remember everything until the first time I got kidnapped.”
I watch her profile as I think back to when I first bought her until she got kidnapped the first time. I did not treat her the way she deserved. It makes sense why she didn’t want to come back. She turns back toward me, her eyes connecting with mine.
I nod in agreement. “I’ll try.” It’s all I can promise right now because I’ve kept so many things from her.What if she hates me when she finds out all of my secrets?
She twirls a piece of her hair around her finger as she thinks. “Okay,” she whispers.
I tilt my head at her. “Does that mean you’re coming home?” I ask, needing her to say it.
“I’ll come home, but I want to stay in the room I was in right after you rescued me.”
I stand so quickly my chair rolls back and bangs into the bookshelf behind my desk. Stepping in front of McKenzie, her eyes widen and her breathing quickens. I place my hand around her throat and her mouth opens slightly. I don’t even think she realizes it. She practically pants every time my hand is around her throat.
And, fuck, does it look good around her neck. My tattooed hands against her sun-kissed skin. I place one leg between hers. She clutches the desk, trying to force herself to be still. But just as I anticipated, she bucks against me. “I see McFeisty is back,” I murmur as I lean my forehead against hers.
“What?” she moans as I rub my thigh against her hot pussy.
I don’t answer her question as I grab her hip and pull her even closer. My hand slides over her ass. “You will stay in our room,” I demand.
Her eyes fly open and she sees this is not a compromise I’m willing to bend on. She takes a deep breath. “Okay, but no sex.”
I run my hand from her ass to the curve of her waist, and cup her breast, running my thumb over her nipple. “Are you sure?” My breath ghosts over her lips.
She whimpers, places her hands on my chest, and pushes me away. I could easily stay where I’m at, but I step back until my back hits the bookshelf. She stares at me, pleading with her eyes.
