I can’t get close enough.
I can’t get enough of this man.
I miss him so much.
All my inhibitions and walls are crumbling. He loves me…really lovesme… And I can’t keep him out.
He carries me to one of the couches and lays me on the thick cushions. Impatience rising, I rip at his tie, his clothes. The fancy knot comes undone with a slithery whisper of silk. The suit that costs tens of thousands of dollars falls on the floor in an unceremonious heap. I tug at his buttons. My hands shake so hard, I can’t unbutton his dress shirt fast enough.
He pushes my clumsy fingers out of the way, grips the sides of his shirt and pulls hard. Buttons fly, pinging as they hit the marble tiles. He undoes and drops the cuff links on the table.
His hands land on each side of my head, and he begins to lower his mouth to mine. But I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him when I notice something on his chest.
“What is that?” My voice trembles as incredulity works its way through my heart.
There is black writing over his heart that wasn’t there before. It reads:
EXCLUSIVE PROPERTY OF LUCIENNE PEERY
TRESPASSERS WILL BE REMOVED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE
I lick my finger and wipe it over the writing to see if it comes off. It stays.
He laughs. “It’s a tattoo.”
“Oh myGod. When did you get this?”
“The day you served me with the divorce papers.”
Shock slackens my jaw. “Are you insane?”
“If it makes you feel better, I’d planned to get it done earlier. I just didn’t have a chance until that day.”
“But you went ahead and did it anyway?”
He nods. He’s looking at me tenderly, but now I’m beginning to wonder if our contract said I was supposed to get custody of his sanity upon divorce. “What if we never made up? What if I never took you back?” My voice shakes as his overwhelming love wraps around me like a cocoon.
“What does that matter? Our marital status doesn’t change the fact that my heart”—he takes my hand and places it over his thudding chest—“belongs to you.”
My eyes grow teary. “I thought you didn’t do grand gestures.”
“I don’t think putting your name on what’s yours can be considered grand.” He brushes his lips over my forehead and eyebrows.
“You crazy man,” I choke out. “I love you too.”
His smile is brilliant.
“Just kiss me, okay?” My voice is thick with emotion as I pull him down.
Laughing, he does as I ask. Runs his warm, reverent hands along my face, then my neck and the rest of my body like he’s holding something infinitely precious in his arms. My dress falls off my body, and I cling to him in nothing but my heels, jewelry and his gorgeous ring on my finger.
As he gives me everything I ever dreamed of and more, the emptiness that’s been gnawing my heart for so long vanishes, replaced by love and joy.
I’m finally home.
Chapter 47
Sebastian
