I was scared that I would get in too deep again. That because I wanted him so badly, I would lose all logic and not be smart about staying here or viewing his actions wisely.
But it wasn’t like we were leaving. He gave me a car. He hadn’t released my apartment yet. Both of those details felt like a joke, though. With every day that Maisie and I lived with him, the more she was attached to him.
And with every day and night that goes by, the more I want to be attached to him.
It wasn’t only the sex. Physically, he completed me. Feeling him fill me and pound into me made me feel like the luckiest, most-satisfied woman in the world. Each time we came together, he saw to it that I was thoroughly pleased.
Yet, each time after we’d surrender to each other, I was left with the lingering sense of wishing we could share more.
Cuddles.
Pillow talk.
Holding hands.
The more that I fell right back into letting him be the master of my body, the more I wondered what it would be like to embrace all of what he could be.
My man. My protector. My hero. My lover.
My husband?
Recoiling at the instant dislike of having to use that label on someone who wasn’t Fitz, I sighed and knew I needed to move on. To well and truly look forward.
It wasn’t just me that he was changing. Maisie was impacted as well. There was no hiding how much she favored him, how much she enjoyed being near him.
Sergei could be her father.
I swallowed past the lump of emotion that stuck in my throat. Thinking of it like that sounded too cruel, like a tasteless dismissal of Fitz’s memory, an insult to him that I’d consider letting his killer replace him.
It wouldn’t be like that.I scolded myself to not make this about me. Maisie needed a father. She needed more of a support system than only me. It would be greedy and selfish of me to deprive her of having another father because of my inability to forgive and forget and fully move on.
His footsteps sounded closer as he approached my room, the sound reaching me clearly through the small gap of my door not fully closed. For such a big, strong man, he had a stealthy ability to sneak up without too much noise. I leaned up on my pillows, watching as he entered and closed the door behind himself.
A slow, sexy smile lifted his lips as he saw me.
Mere hours had passed, and he was missing me already.
I was too.
Not just to feel his dick so deep inside me and stretching me until I shattered. Not only to experience the magic of his fingers and mouth on my clit.
I missedhim.
I missed waking up with a man and cuddling lazily.
I missed knowing my man would be there for me and cherish our time together.
Stop. Stop projecting what it was like with Fitz on him.
Sergei was a ruthless, busy Mafia man. He didn’t have time to cuddle or be lazy with me.
“What’s wrong?”
Dammit.He was too good at reading me. Or maybe I was just that expressive. Claire had the same knack for guessing my moods and thoughts too.
“I guess I’m kind of lonely.” I shrugged.
“That won’t do.” He joined me in bed, getting under the covers and letting me feel the brand of warmth from his hard body flush with mine. “You shouldn’t have left last night if you’d end up lonely in here.”
