“They’ve got to be stopped.”
“They will be. And we’re the ones to do it.”
We stay up for another hour, knocking back a few drinks. Conversation is minimal, interspersed between bursts of outrage as we all try to process. Everyone is in shock after what we’ve just watched, and the mood is solemn. I wave Shandra off at the front door and then follow Kai up to bed.
“You okay?” he asks the instant I step foot in his bedroom. He walks toward me in his boxers.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, falling into his open arms. His heart beats steadily under my ear as I rest my head on his chest. “I just want this to be over. I want to see justice for those girls.” I look up at him. “Are we crazy waiting another couple months to do this? How many more girls will suffer in the meantime?”
He brushes hair back off my face. “How many more will suffer if we don’t plan and execute this carefully?” he replies. “If we don’t succeed, countless others will fall victim to the elite. We stick to the plan, and it will work.”
I nod, because I know he’s right, but I feel so utterly helpless right now, and I need him to distract me. Lifting my head, I run my hands up his chest, swirling my finger around the intricate patterns inked across his skin, trailing my fingers up to his face and along his jawline. He shivers under my touch, closing his gorgeous brown eyes as he succumbs to my caress. I drag my nails gently through the shorn sides of his hair, tracing the skull tattoo with my thumb, before stretching up on tiptoe and pressing my lips to his.
“Make love to me, Kai,” I whisper, staring deep into his eyes when he opens them. “Like you did the first night we met.”
Usually we fuck hard and fast, like we can’t get enough of one another. But that’s not what I need tonight.
I slide my hand down the gap between our bodies, palming the growing bulge in his boxers. “I need to be reminded that sex is an act of intimacy between two people who love one another.” I press my lips to his chest, right over the place where his heart beats wildly in anticipation. “I want to feel all of the pleasure and none of the pain.”
He scoops me up into his arms without hesitation. “It would be my honor, Mrs. Anderson.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Kai is true to his word, making slow, sensual love to me, just like that first night in the cabin. My body, mind, heart, and soul are consumed by him, and it’s exactly what I need to wash away the horrors invading my mind after watching those tapes.
He thrusts slowly inside me, kissing me deeply as we rock together, and I’ve never felt closer to any other person than I do in this moment. His fingers are like feathers gliding along my heated skin. His caress reaching soul deep. His touch is everything, and I give in to it, absorbing every sensation he coaxes from my body. My climax is building at a steady pace, but I don’t want to come yet.
I want to stay here like this with him for eternity.
Feeling every stroke of his cock as he pushes carefully in and out of me.
My hands roam his back and his ass as his lips move to my neck and lower to my collarbone. His tender kisses send tremors of bliss ricocheting all over my body, and my heart is so full. “I love you,” I rasp, as tears of pure, unbridled emotion pool in my eyes.
He lifts his head, brushing my tears away with his thumb as he continues rocking into me. “I love you too, and this is everything, baby.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, as I clasp both sides of his face. “Don’t ever leave me, Kai, because I would die without you.”
“I will never leave you, Abby. Not even in death. I will always find my way back to you.”
Tears leak out of my eyes, but, for once, they are happy tears.
We continue loving one another, without urgency, until we fall off the ledge together.
I’m lying flat on my back beside Kai, with our fingers interlinked, and I’ve never felt more at peace or more secure. His love supports me in so many ways. I turn to face him, resting my hand on his chest. His skin is warm and clammy to the touch but not in an icky way. “You are my world, Kaiden Anderson,” I tell him. “And I love you so very much.” I lean down and kiss his lush mouth softly and slowly.
He pulls me in closer. “It’s cheesy to admit this, but you fucking complete me, Abby. I never want to stop feeling the way I feel when I’m with you.”
“You are such a closet romantic,” I tease, as his belly emits a loud rumble. He moves to get up, but I push him back down on the bed. “You are always looking after me, now it’s my turn.” I swing my legs out of bed, swiping his shirt from the floor and pulling it on. “I’ll make us something to eat and bring it up.”
He sits up, and I love how his abs flex and roll with the motion. My tongue darts out, and I want to lick every groove and indent. But it will have to wait for round two, as I’m fucking starving too. He pulls me down for a searing-hot kiss, and I’m struggling to see straight when we finally break for air. “I love seeing you in my clothes. You are sexy as hell, baby,” he says, sliding his hand up the outside of my thigh. “Hurry back, because I’m not finished loving you.”
I dart out of the room like a ninja on skates, and his loud laughter follows me down the stairs.
I make us some chicken wraps and load the tray with a couple bottles of water and some chips before making my way back upstairs.
“What—” I start asking when I reach the landing, spotting Kai standing in the doorway to his room in his boxers. His brow is puckered, his head cocked to one side. A loud moan, followed by the sound of something banging against a solid surface cuts me off mid-sentence. My eyes widen as I pass the tray to Kai.
He jerks his head in the direction of Sawyer’s room. The door is slightly ajar. Not enough that we can see anything. But enough that we can hear.
