Page 104 of Caretaker

I wasn’t sure that meant the same thing to him that it did to me, but he stood and let me slide down his body. I held my arms up so he could pull the red dress over my head.

I forgot what we’d been talking about. I forgot what he’d been through.

I forgot what I’d been through.

“And you’re mine,” he said finally, hoarsely, when I stood before him, trembling and naked, hot with desire and need and expectation.

“Only yours?” I asked.

His laugh was soft. “No. You’re not only mine. You belong to…” He shook his head. “To more than just one man.” He traced my cheek with a calloused finger. “I’ve claimed you, but I’m not the only one.”

I hesitated. “That doesn’t bother you?”

He widened his smile. “So fucking much.”

And he said it so boisterously, so like the Angus I knew and loved, that I laughed, delighted.

He threw off the cloak of darkness at that moment, let it fly away on the wings of my laughter. Yeah, it’d be back to cover him again, but for that moment, it was gone and he was just…he was Angus Stark.

And Angus Stark was exactly what I needed.