“Leave us,” I say to Watson while keeping my eyes on Jema.
“Certainly,” he says and grabs the contract. “Please let me know if there’s anything else you need.”
The room is silent while I wait for him to gather his things and get out of my office. As soon as he closes the door, I take a step closer to my wife.
Chapter 9
Jema
Holy shit. Salvador has given me heated stares before, but this one is downright primal. An aura lingers around my husband. No matter what room he's in or who else is in it, he's always the hunter. There’s a thrill inside me to run but not in fear. No, the only thing I feel when I think about running is excitement.
I lick my lips, taking a step back.
"Kitten," he warns in a tone that makes my nipples instantly hard.
"Did I hurt myself running from you?" I ask, making his expression falter. "Not that I need to run from you.”
I don't want him to think that I’m afraid of him. Salvador is taking such good care of me, and he goes above and beyond to keep me safe and comfortable. If the roles were reversed and he was the one that forgot me, it would be a major blow to my ego. Yet my husband seems to take it all in stride. He’s such a good man.
"Why are you asking that?"
"I don't know." I shrug and glance toward the exit. "I get excited when I think about running from you. And the thought of you hunting me down turns me on. Did we do that before?"
It dawns on me that I have no clue about my sex life. We haven’t done it since I woke up. My husband's hands are magical, and his mouth is even better, but I’m ready for all of him.
“You have always made me chase you down,” he says, his voice deep and growly.
“So it’s like our thing?” I wiggle my brows playfully.
“It is your thing.”
“Why only mine?”
“Because when you run...”
“You always chase,” I say, finishing his sentence.
He gives me a charming smirk, though his eyes still stay sharp. He’s watching me like he’s ready to strike. I’m beginning to understand that Salvador never loses sight of his target.
"Always," he repeats and takes another step toward me.
The energy in the room shifted as soon as I signed those papers. I probably should have read them, but I trust Salvador. Why wouldn't I? All the man cares about is keeping me safe.
"Did something change just now?"
"Why do you ask?" He’s not answering me but instead giving a question to my question.
"I don't know. You always appear ready to pounce on me, but this time is more intense, like we're about to go all the way." When we’re intimate, there’s a part of Salvador I can feel he’s holding back. When we get close, he always pulls back.
"All the way," he repeats.
"Yes. Is that what we’re doing now?"
"We can go all the way," he says while fighting a smile.
"I feel like a virgin,” I say while shifting on my feet. “It’s like I'm hopping into bed with you after only knowing you a short while." I have been wanting Salvador to go further. In fact, my body has been begging for it. It must remember all the things he can do to it.
“I promise, when I get my hands on you, you’ll be begging me to never stop.”
