Yes.
“Maybe…maybe we can try something else?”
He crawls up my body, settling beside me on the mattress. His chin is wet, his lips swollen, and there’s a crease between his eyebrows that tells me he’s trying not to take this personally.
I wouldn’t even blame him.
It took him less than five minutes to come when I sucked him off. He just…closed his eyes, grabbed my hair in his fist, and fucking came down my throat.
He made it look so easy, I’m kinda pissed.
“It’s not you,” I say, hating how unconfident I sound. “I promise it’s not you.”
“Then what is it?”
I snuggle against him, refusing to answer.
How the hell can I? He doesn’t want to know that I keep picturing someone else’s hands on me. Or hearing someone else’s voice in my ear, telling me what a good girl I am, demanding that I come for him.
Kai rolls onto his back, scrubbing his hands over his face.
Last night was supposed to fix things. We got my car back. We proved we could stand up to Bastian’s without falling apart. Then we came home and fucked like our lives depended on it.
But even then—even with Kai inside me, his mouth on my neck, my nails in his shoulders—I couldn’t stop thinking abouthim.
The wayhelooked in those sweatpants. The dark circles under his eyes. The roughness in his voice when he said, “Get inside.”
The way he drove us home without being the predator we both expected him to be.
Because that’s what we both wanted.
“Hey.” Kai’s voice pulls me back to the here and now. He’s propped up on one elbow, watching me with an expression I can’t read. “I have something for you.”
“You do?”
He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer. When his hand emerges, it’s holding a velvet box.
Blood sings in my ears as I stare at it.
No. He can’t possibly?—
He cracks the box open and takes out my butterfly necklace.
“Oh my God.” I sit up, reaching for it. “I thought I lost it!”
He drapes it over my palm, the delicate chain pooling in my hand. It feels different.Looksdifferent.
“I was going to give it to you last night, but then we got drunk, and then we went to Rooke’s, and…”
He trails off. Thankfully.
I turn the pendant over in my fingers. “It’s…Kai, it’s not the same?—“
“I know!” he says with a grin. “It’s like a hundred times better.” He shoves into a sit, voice rising with excitement. “That’s a platinum chain, and he redid the whole thing in white gold. Those are real sapphires!”
I stare at the sleek, gleaming piece of jewelry.
It’s fucking stunning.
