“When I watch you sleeping, I always think there’s nothing more beautiful in this world, but then you look at me like this, and I’m proven so fucking wrong.”
His words, so profound and meaningful, catch me off guard. My heart swells, and I try to swallow down the tightness creeping into my throat. Since the day I met Kian, he’s made me feel wanted. Seen. And he makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never thought possible. If only he knew how I see him. Beautiful isn’t the word I’d choose.
I came to Las Vegas to live again, and it’s been amazing. But I don’t think I truly started to live until I met Kian. This has been the best week of my life. Even with all the drama between Luciano and him, and the family finding out who I am.
This was only supposed to be a one-time thing. No names. No strings.
So why do I feel like I want to be tied to Kian Savage for the rest of my life?
I never believed in love at first sight. I’ve read about it in books. It’s in all kinds of fairytales. But how could something like that be possible? To fall in love with someone the first time they say your name.
“Daddy,” I whimper, wrapping myself around him. “I missed you.”
Kian kisses my neck and ear, his face buried in my hair while he holds my face in his free hand as he fucks me, slow and deep. Maybe this can’t even be described as fucking. This feels more like making love.
“I got you, angel,” he says as he thrusts in again. “My baby. I’m never letting you go. Do you understand me, Ace?”
My pussy spasms, and my heart could practically burst from my chest as I nod. “Yes! Yes, I understand. Please don’t let me go.”
He lifts his head, so he’s staring down at me. “I will never let you go, angel. Never.”
Then he curls himself around me, his hands resting on top of my head as he pounds into me, jerking the bed with each movement as we both fall apart together. When we stop trembling, Kian gently pulls out of me and slides over to the mattress on his side, then pulls me into him, his eyes already closed.
“Sleep, baby. It’s still early,” he says before he kisses my temple.
Smiling, I close my eyes and let myself drift into the sweet dreamland I was floating in earlier.
Sweat coatsmy skin as I sit up, gasping as I look around the room.
Fuck.
It was a nightmare.
The bed is empty beside me, but as I sit back against the headboard, trying to get my breathing under control, Kian walks in, dressed in black slacks and a dark gray button-down shirt.
As soon as he sees me, he races over and sits on the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong? Ace?”
He presses his hand against my forehead and then pulls out his phone, but I grab it from him before he tries to call that damn doctor again.
“I’m fine. I had a nightmare. I’ll be fine in a minute. It just takes me some time to shake it off.”
Kian studies me as he slowly slides his hand over my legs as if he’s trying not to startle me. “Do you have nightmares a lot?”
Rubbing my face as I try to fully wake up, I shake my head. “Not very often. It’s just the same one every time.”
He rises from the edge of the bed and kicks off his shoes, then tosses the covers back so he can climb in next to me.
“Your suit is going to get all wrinkled,” I say as he pulls me onto his stretched-out legs so my back is resting against his front.
“I don’t give a fuck about my clothes, angel. If someone is looking at the wrinkles, they’re too fucking close to me.”
That makes me laugh, and I relax into him, his steady strength the comfort I need right now.
“Wanna tell me about it?” he asks quietly.
“No. It’s just a strange reoccurring nightmare from when I was in the hospital.”
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. It doesn’t make any sense.
