My heart clenches. “You’re forgiven. I’m just glad you finally gave in.”
His mouth curves once more. “You’re very persuasive, Counselor.”
“I’ve been told that before.” I lean up to press a kiss to his jaw. “Usually right before I win a case.”
“I bet.” He pulls me closer, tucking me against his side. “I’m not going to push you away again, Josie.”
“Good.” I settle against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
We lie in comfortable silence, the sounds of the clubhouse muffled through the walls. Somewhere, I can hear music playing. Voices. The normal chaos of MC life carrying on around us.
“We should probably make an appearance at some point,” I murmur. “People will talk.”
“Let them talk.” Stone’s arm tightens around me. “I’m not ready to share you yet.”
“Possessive beast.” I love it.
“You have no idea.” He tilts my chin up, brushing a kiss across my lips. “But we do need to eat. I’ll have someone bring up food.”
“Such service.”
“Only the best for my woman.”
My woman.
Damn if I don’t like that.
12
STONE
Iwake with Josie in my arms and fuck if she doesn’t feel incredible pressed against me.
She’s still asleep, her face soft in the early morning light, one hand curled against my chest. The borrowed t-shirt has ridden up during the night, exposing a strip of skin at her hip that I ache to touch. But I don’t want to wake her. Not yet. Not when I can just lie here and watch her breathe.
This is dangerous.
I know it is. This woman—with her sharp tongue and soft heart and absolute refusal to be intimidated—has knocked down every wall without even trying.
She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and when she sees me watching her, she smiles.
“Stop being creepy,” she murmurs.
“I prefer ‘devoted.’”
“Tomato, tomahto.” She stretches, wincing slightly when the movement pulls at her ribs. “What time is it?”
“Early. Go back to sleep.”
“Can’t.” She’s more awake now, her lawyer brain clearly coming online. “Things to do. Cases to review. Cartels to take down.”
“The cartel can wait.”
“Can it, though?” She pushes herself up on her good elbow, meeting my eyes. “Stone. We’ve been in a holding pattern for three weeks. Summit’s still out there. The attack on me proved they’re willing to escalate. We need to move.”
She’s right. I hate that she’s right.
“Steel’s been working on cracking their warehouse security.”
