I slide my hand around the back of his neck, my tears soaking my face, making my voice crack when I speak.
“I love you too. I’m sorry it took me so long to find my way home…to find my way back to you.”
“I’d have waited forever for you,” he murmurs against my lips tenderly as he kisses me again. And then he starts moving, slow and steady to begin with, as I lock my legs around him, not wanting a sliver of space to separate us.
He takes his time, loving me with his lips, his fingers, his tongue, until I’m delirious with desire.
I drag my fingers down his back and grab his ass, digging my nails in as I hold him impossibly closer, needing more.
He growls as he picks up his pace, his hips slamming into mine. His tongue slips between my lips as his fingers tweak my nipple, the sharp pinch short-circuiting my brain as I slide my hand between and feel his cock disappearing inside me.
“Oh God.”
“Fuck yes, you feel so fucking good, chestnut, so fucking good.”
My fingers move to my clit as he tears his mouth from mine and buries his face in my throat, his teeth scoring my skin—and then I’m flying—crying out his name as he drives me higher and higher before erupting inside me. His hips buck as my pussy squeezes him tight, not wanting to lose him for even a second. I feel him throb and pulse inside me as I take everything he has to give.
His weight on top of me has a grounding effect, making me realize I’m far from alone anymore.
As we catch our breath, he flips our positions so I’m the one lying on him, my fingers trailing over the scars on his chest as his make a path up and down my spine, making me shiver.
“And now you’re mine forever,” I murmur, my eyes feeling heavy.
“Baby, I was always yours. I was just waiting for you to open your eyes and see me.”
“I see you now, Kruger. I see you.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
KRUGER
“I can’t believethis motherfucker’s audacity.”
“Don’t meet him alone.”
I look at Nathan and shake my head.
“I think I can handle one guy, Nathan,” I open my cut and show him my gun so he knows I’m armed. I always am.
“Pretty, but chances are this guy is armed too.”
“He wants something from us other than my head on a platter. Otherwise, he’d have already taken a shot at us.”
“Cocky gets people killed, Kruger. I’m telling you, this guy is pinging every fucking radar in my head. It’s not just about you anymore—you have a woman to go home to. Is she gonna be okay if instead of you walking through the door, she gets Havoc telling her you’re gone?”
I grit my teeth and force myself not to punch the fucker for painting that vivid visual. We both know it would be the straw to break the camel’s back.
“You have a whole club of brothers. Use them. Otherwise, what’s the fucking point?”
Seeing how worked up he is, I stand up and walk around the desk, stopping just in front of him. “Alright, Nathan, I’ll take someone with me. Happy?”
“Yes,” he answers, without his usual sarcasm.
I take in how edgy he seems and nod. I’ve never been one to discount someone’s instincts, and I’m not about to start now. There is a reason this man is my second. He’s damn good at what he does.
“Once I’m ready to set out, I’m going to call him last minute and change the location of the meet.”
The air rushes out of him in a relieved sigh. “Thank fuck. I know I’m probably overreacting. Hell, this guy is probably nothing more than a reporter, but my instincts are screaming at me that this is some kind of trap.”
