No other man gets to touch this, no other man gets to lay any claim on her. Only me.
I’m half mad as I piston into her, the slide of her slick skin only making it better. “I’m going to break for you, baby,” I grit into her ear. “You’re going to break me.”
“Yes,” she hisses into my neck.
It’s her voice that does it. It’s breathless and wanton and I have this moment that I know, sex with anyone else will never come close to this.
Gigi was meant for me and me alone.
I cum, feeling like my insides are turning out, like I’m giving her every drop, filling her, as my body shudders and shakes.
Her limbs are wrapped around me, her skin pressed tightly to mine as her lips kiss all over my face.
I slump against the wall, my head burrowing into her shoulder.
My breath is ragged as I hold her tight. In a minute, I’ll carry her to the bed. Tuck her in, keep her pressed against me all night.
“Gigi,” my horse whisper vibrates into her neck.
“Yes?” One of her hands trails down my spine.
“You don’t have to keep secrets from me. I’ll always protect you.” And then I push off the wall.
I feel her stiffen, shifting so that’s she’s easier to carry. She needn’t bother. I’ve got her weight.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Gigi
I wake in the morning,the pit in my stomach not matching my languid pose. I’m on my back, Rush’s weight half on top of me, one of his legs between mine, his arm wrapped tightly around me.
I should be comfortable beyond compare.
But instead, fear sits on my chest. Vigo was here yesterday. My perfect bubble destroyed. But that’s not even the worst of it.
Rush asked me for truth, and I haven’t given it to him. What would he think if he knew that I’d married Vigo? That I have a personal connection to the man trying to ruin his New York development project?
I need to tell him. He’s right. He’s been promising me protection, and in return…I need to give him honesty.
I groan softly as I try to slide out from under Rush.
He wakes with a start, his arm turning to steel around me. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom,” I say with a smile. Rush is not a man who wants space and I am more than fine with that.
His hand slides down my side and then over my stomach, his fingers splaying out across my skin. “Without me?”
I swat at his arm. Comfortable as I am with closeness, I’m not sure I’m ready for him to see all the indelicacies.
Maybe that’s why my past with Vigo is such a problem. Not only is it conflict as an employee, that I have a personal relationship with his most difficult competitor, but I don’t want him to see this less-attractive version of me.
The one that followed Vigo because I was afraid and lonely, and ended up not only detonating my life, but I put my daughter at risk.
“I am not pretty when I—” I start.
He digs his fingertips into my skin. “You are beautiful beyond measure. You do not need to be pretty every moment of the day.”
The pit in my stomach eases as I lean close, rubbing my nose against his. I know I have to tell him all of the truth. It sits between us and he can feel it.
