“I’m not, though. I don’t like those feelings that I can’t control.”
“I’ve thought about what you said and while I never realise it at the time, I can see what you’re seeing in Celia. I’m going to tell her it’s not on.”
I stare up into his beautiful eyes while every bit of tension eases from my body. “Thank you.” I don’t think I knew just how tense I’ve been over this woman. Nash may be turned on by my jealousy, but I’m affected badly by it. I hope to never feel it this strongly ever again.
His arm comes around my waist, and he pulls me in close. Cupping my cheek, he bends his face to mine and kisses me. His touch wakes my body right up and I press myself harder against him as our kiss deepens and becomes almost desperate.
“Fuck,” Nash rasps when he drags his lips from mine. “I know you’re in the middle of telling me important shit, but baby, I fuckin’ need to be inside you. Can we finish this conversation later?”
This man.
I will love him for eternity.
I give him a sexy smile. “Do you know I’m not wearing any panties today?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” he growls. He then takes my hand firmly in his. As he drags me home, he says, “The next fuckin’ time Gladys invites us over, I’m not going.”
I tighten my fingers in his. “Yeah, baby, I know.”
He looks down at me and everything in his eyes tells me we both know he’s full of shit. Nash Walker would give me the world if I asked for it.
16
BLADE & LAYLA - A DAY IN THE LIFE
10 YEARS LATER
Five months after the Epilogue in Colt’s book
Layla
Monday
5:23 a.m.
My husband’s deep voice wakes me. Or maybe it’s his hand on my breast. Either way, he wakes me from a sleep I’m not ready to be woken from. Not even for what he wants to do to me.
“I’m still asleep,” I grumble, pushing his hand away.
He grinds his hard dick against my ass and brushes his lips against my ear. “You’re awake.”
“I promise you I’m not.”
His hand finds my breast again. “Let me wake you up.”
I desperately want to keep sleeping. I’m exhausted after a weekend of celebrating our son’s eighth birthday. Between hosting a birthday party for him and twenty of his friends on Saturday morning, attending a Storm barbeque at their clubhouse on Saturday night, spending most of yesterday withDonovan’s mum, and having a sleepover here last night with Keaton, Sawyer’s cousin and best friend, I’m not ready to face today yet.
“What time is it?” I ask, squeezing my eyes so they stay closed. My husband is the most determined man I know. He’ll do everything in his power to fuck me this morning. And since I love sex with him, I know I’m not getting any more sleep. But I’m still sleepy enough to be in denial over that. If I can just keep my eyes closed, maybe I can keep my legs closed too.
Donovan kisses my neck, giving me some teeth too because he knows that never fails to turn me on. “Almost five thirty.”
When he moves his hand down my body to find my clit, I say, “I’m divorcing you at the end of this life and finding a new husband for my next life.” The arch of my back as I say this, along with the moan that escapes my lips after, tells him another story though.
He circles my clit over and over before sliding his finger through my wetness. “Sweetheart, we both know I’m never allowing you to leave me. In this life. In our next life. In any fucking life.” He lightly bites my neck again as he pushes a finger inside me.
My eyes open, right alongside my legs.
I reach up to grip the back of his neck as I turn my face to his. “I’m going to try. It’ll be a fun game at least.”
