“I know, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too,” She sighs, “I haven’t called either.”
I shrug, “Life happens. People get busy.”
“Or shot,” She grumbles.
“Or shot,” I agree. “How are you and Everett? All okay?”
She sighs dreamily and I grin, “Perfect.”
“Can I steal my wife?” Malakai’s voice sends warmth down my spine and then his hand presses against me and his scent invades my senses.
“Be my guest,” Arryn grins, “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” she says to me.
“You’re staying?”
“For a few days,” She nods and climbs off her stool, turning ready to go search out Everett but before she leaves, she turns back to us, “I’m glad you’re happy Olivia, but Malakai, if you ever hurt her again, I don’t give a fuck who you are, Iwillkill you.”
She ends the sentence with a smile and trots off before either of us can reply.
“I think she just might,” Malakai agrees, sliding his arm around my waist. “I missed you.”
“I’ve been gone an hour.”
“You were gone for three weeks, one day and seven hours before today.”
“What?”
“That’s how long it has been since I last saw you, until today.”
“You kept count?” I blink up at him.
“It’s all I could do,” he kisses me gently, “Let me take you home.”
I nod mutely, my heart speeding up inside my chest. He doesn’t wait a single second before we’re moving toward the door, ignoring everyone who tries to speak with us. Outside, the chill bites at my skin but the car is right in front of the hotel, the engine already warm and purring.
“You knew I would say yes?” I laugh, pausing.
“I hoped,” He shrugs, “And I didn’t want you to be cold.”
I move to the passenger door, ready to sink into the warmth but he stops me, “Olivia?”
I turn back to where he is still waiting on the sidewalk. He tosses something at me, and I fumble to catch it, only just managing to and look down into my palm.
He grins at me, walking around to the driver’s door to hold it open but he doesn’t get in. With a wink, he says, “You can drive.”
Chapter Sixty-nine
The moment she is in the house, the door closed behind us and silence fills the space, I’m on her.
Like an addict needing a fix, I soak her up, my mouth crashing against hers with a need so hot it consumes me. And she kisses me back just as desperately, tongues and teeth clash, hands grabbing and pulling.
She moans into my mouth, fingers threading into my hair as my tongue sweeps in.
“I love you,” I drag myself away from her lips only to attach myself to her neck, sucking her flesh into my mouth to leave her little bites and marks. Her fingernails scrape against my scalp as she holds me to her, her legs working to keep her upright as I move us through the house blindly.
“I need you,” My mouth moves to the open cleavageof her dress, teeth grazing over the soft mound of one and then the other.
