He was everything I could have hoped for in a partner and a best friend. My feelings for him had always been intense, but they were even more so now. I struggled to find any adequate words, but I went with what came first.
“I love you too. Maybe too much, it might just border on illegal.”
He scoffed playfully. “There’s no such thing as too much with us.”
His hand slid around the curve of my hip to my butt, and he gave it a gentle squeeze, causing me to arch into him. My husband might be the death of me because I already wanted him again.
“I see that look, and we’re on the same page, but you need to rest, sweetheart. I’m gonna get rid of this condom and then hold you in my arms.”
A satisfied sigh drifted from my lips.
Jett got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. He wasn’t modest, and why should he be? My husband was hot as heck. When he returned, we slid under the sheets and faced one another.
Leaning closer to him, I whispered, "Let’s get to the holding part if you’re not going to have your way with me again.”
His deep chuckle vibrated through me. We had always teased and been playful with each other as friends. I was glad we hadn’t lost any of that now that we were married. Pullingme into his chest, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and I knew in seconds I wasn’t going to last but a few minutes before I fell asleep.
As my body began to grow heavy, I mumbled into his chest.
“Jett?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You make my heart sing.”
And that’s the last thing I remember before sleep took over.
Chapter Thirty
JETT
My wife’s name was wrenched from my lungs as I watched her disappear, the sounds of her screams piercing deep into my soul.
“Patience!”
I bolted upright, drenched in a cold sweat, my heart hammering as I frantically tried to suck in air.
“I’m right here.”
The whispered words and soft touch on my arm did little to calm the blind terror still racing through my body after the nightmare I’d just experienced. My head snapped toward the voice, and I saw her.
Even though the room was still dark, the moonlight cast a glow on Patience’s angelic face, and it was what I needed to help calm the raging storm of fear that had been brewing inside me as my nightmare morphed into something even more horrific than usual.
“It’s not real.” I reached out and ran my palm across her smooth cheek, letting it rest there just to feel her with me. “You’re okay.”
Verbalizing it out loud made it feel more true.
She reached up and covered my hand with her small palm. “Yes, I’m okay.”
The silvery light from the moon illuminated her eyes as they searched mine. “It was just a bad dream. Do you want to talk about it?”
Images flashed in my mind, a cruel mix of the reality of the events that stole my friends from me and the woman I loved being pulled away, which haunted me even more. I watched her being dragged off with my buddies and heard her cries as she was tortured, just as they had been.
I didn’t know if Patience’s assault had triggered new night terrors even more devastating, but I hated that they had returned after being kept at bay since sleeping in her bed over the last week.
Shaking my head, I dropped my hand, hers falling alongside mine to the bed. “I can’t,” I told her, my voice strangled as panic started kicking in.
What if I had hurt her?
