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“Sweet honeychild...,” he groans and he tastes the same, of power and security. It’s the taste of my hero and I’ve missed it to death. My thighs tremble as do my hands when they travel over his back, feeling his muscles play beneath my fingertips and he groans with desire, with relief that we’re finally together.
Breaking the kiss, I look up at him in awe. “You’re here. You’re really here.” I pinch my lips. “I can’t believe it...” I trail off, “How’d you get in?”
“Used the key that you carelessly leave under your plant.” He scowls. “Don’t you ever do that again or I’ll whip your ass.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” I moan, gazing at him beneath my lashes and he buries his face in my throat.
“Maybe not. I’d probably give that starchy little ass more of a petting...” He slides his hands under my buttocks, pushing me upward while he presses down with his hips and the friction makes my mind go blank and I let out a pant. “Finally I have you...,” he moans, “you have any idea what I had to do to get here?”
“Of course I do. All they do is talk about you on the TV...” My lips pucker. “You were being reckless again.”
Giggs cups my chin. “I did what I had to. You think I would’ve let them stop me from seeing you again, think anyone can stop me from getting to you? There aren’t enough locks or cages or high security prisons in the world that could keep me away.”
He’s boundary less. Boundary less with himself just like he is with his emotions.
“I was taught you need to respect law enforcement,” I breathe and he smirks, dragging his fingers through my hair and his touch sends a rush of desire through me. Nothing beats his touch, apart from maybe his kisses.
“So was I. But fuck all the rules if they block me from you. You’re mine Porsha. You’ve been mine for years now.”
“I know. I can feel it in my body. In my heart.” I smile at him. “It’s happy when you’re around.”
“Then you’ll never ask me to leave? Even though I’ve been acting like a savage?”
I frantically shake my head. “See, I’ve never understood why you think you’re not good enough for me. Don’t you get it? You’re my hero, Giggs.”
His eyes flutter like I’ve just birthed him our firstborn. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be,” he groans and he skims his lips over mine and it’s loving and perfect and nobody can take this from me.
“They’re looking for you,” I murmur, trying to suppress the panic. “We can’t let them find you.”
He doesn’t seem too worried. “I’ll lay low, go underground...”
“It won’t be good enough,” I say and he raises his brows. I pull my fingers along the nape of his neck. “We’re going to have to do something about your hair. And the stubble.” I wrap my arms around him. “Will you let me help you? Please? You’ve done so much for me and I want to repay you.”
“There’s no need. Protecting you comes naturally to me. I don’t know how to do anything else.”
“Giggs!” I groan. “Come on, just let me do this.”
“Fine,” he scowls, before smirking. “What do you have in mind?”
With a smile, I squirm under him then reach out with my hand and lead him into my bathroom. Our fingers hug, our palms squeezing and I know he’ll always fight for us. No matter what. And me...I’ll be his devoted enthusiast and his biggest, number one supporter.
6.
Giggs
“Your bathroom’s tiny,” I say, looking around at the peach colored walls, the lace curtains in the window and the bucket of colorful soaps she stores in a basket on the sink. “Still beats prison, though by a hell of a lot.”
“Sure hope so, considering I live here...,” she stops midsentence, looking at me and I feel a dent in my chest. She can’t stay here. Either she comes with me or she comes with me. In my mind there’s no question. I want her coming, even if it means being on the run with her and I rub my neck in frustration.
“Not trying to interfere with your plans or anything,” I begin, my voice guttural. “I get that you’re ambitious...”
“Don’t,” she cuts me off and she grabs a towel. “I studied crime to learn about you, to help you in any way that I can...I did it all for you.” Her face turns red. “Not because I care about college more than you.”
Yes! Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. She never lets me down. Ever.
“C’mere...,” I growl, reaching for her and that growl increases when she backs off and puts a hand on my chest to stop me from going any further.
“I got work to do, Giggs,” she says breathlessly. “Important work, remember?”
