Page 199 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

There is nothing hesitant about Caleb’s kiss as he closes his hand around the back of my neck and eases me against the powerful length of his body.

Deep inside, I shatter.

I missed them so much. Their heat, their strength.

With a little whimper, I tighten my fingers in his shirt.

His kiss turns deeper, hungrier, and my body answers with an immediacy that sends a rush of heat between my thighs.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he stays close, holding me tight. “Jesus Christ, Sophie.”

Gently I touch his face. “I love you, Caleb.”

His eyes go dark and bright at the same time.

“So fucking much, Sophie. So fucking much.”

Lucian moves nearer and reaches for me.

Then it’s the three of us, together.

Lucian holding one hand, Caleb’s palm warm against my back.

Me with my men.

And it was my choice.

There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

Lucian’s thumb moves slowly across my knuckles. “You’re coming home with us.”

My pulse jumps.

It isn’t a question, but it isn’t one of his dictates either.

Because he already knows my answer. “Yes.”

Something dark and intensely satisfied flashes in his eyes.

There he is.

Caleb laughs softly. “Welcome back, Hawthorne.”

“Fuck off.”

For the first time, I laugh.

And then, before I realize what he intends, Lucian bends and sweeps me into his arms.

“Lucian!”

Caleb is already opening the door.

I loop an arm around Lucian’s neck, half laughing, half breathless as he carries me from the office as if there was never any possibility I would walk once I had chosen to leave with them.

His gaze locks on mine.

“We’re going to give you the welcome home you deserve.”