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I’m a little taken off guard. Hearing him take that phone call made him seem so...normal. And despite his gruff tone there was still a fondness to the way he spoke. Like he truly cares about whoever was on the other end of the line.
It softened me. Makes me want to get to know him, makes me want to go beneath the surface and..I jerk.
He kidnapped you, Daphne. Kidnapped you.
I’m not allowed to warm up to him. I’m supposed to keep him at an arm’s length but it’s hard to put up barriers against someone like Husband. He’s still holding my arm and I’m not even the least tempted to jerk out of his grip. And he’s wearing a black pea coat with a rolled up collar and underneath it he has a crisp white shirt that strains over his chest and huge shoulders. He smells good too.
Like winter and things that are cold and beautiful.
But he still has that expression on his face. The one that he’s had ever since our conversation at the gym. It’s territorial and a little aggressive but the aggression isn’t directed at me. Instead he looks like he wants to go back in time and beat up every single guy I’ve ever spoken to or smiled at or even passed on the street.
And it’s a look of betrayal and it makes me feel likeIhave done something wrong. He thinks I’ve slept with someone else and it bothers him. His fists still have to be hurting from the way he killed that punching bag. Is that what he would do to a guy who tries to come near me.
Beat the shit out of him?
I glance at Husband and I can tell that even if he can control himself there’s also some things that make him lose control. Like me. I make him lose control.
Only question is why. Why do I have power overhim?
“These are so pretty,” I murmur, nodding my head at the roses and it’s an oxymoron that such a gorgeous flower can bloom even in frost and snow. “Did you plant them yourself?”
His mouth pulls to the side. “Had a gardener do it.”
Must’ve been some gardener because the whole garden is outstanding. It almost takes my breath away and I can only imagine the great effort it must’ve taken to do all of this. And I never would have taken Husband for someone who cares about these things. He doesn’t seem to draw any particular enjoyment from his home. Instead it’s almost like he arranged all of this for someone else.
I’m going to have a big house with a pretty rose garden. And if you want, you can be my husband.
Frowning at the small voice in the back of my head, I wonder wherethatcame from. Seems like an old memory. Is it even mine or someone else’s? I feel a shiver up my spine and that sense that it’s something crucial that I’m missing comes over me again.
Shaking my head, I breathe, “What kind are they?”
He raises his brows before realizing what I’m referring to. “Think they’re called lent roses.”
I nod, reaching my hand out and I hiss when I accidentally prick myself on one of the thorns. “Ouch, that hurt!” I yelp, my eyes flaring in surprise when he grabs my hand and sucks my finger into his mouth, sucks on the blood and I go weak, my body feeling like it’s about to melt.
He didn’t even hesitate, the second he saw me in even a little bit of pain he wanted to take it away.
“Husband...” I whisper when he presses a kiss against my palm and I hold back a whimper. I don’t want him to just kiss my hand, I want him to...I let out a choked cry in surprise when he uses my hand to snatch me to his body and I fall straight into his chest.
Yes...this is what I want.Please...
His eyes burn like a firestorm when he looks down at me and he enfolds us into his coat and it’s a sweet captivity this time. One that feels like this is meant to be. There’s a softness to his kiss, a mystery and I moan into his mouth when his lips cleave to mine. We fit tightly, like nothing can separate us. Us being apart suddenly feels like a tragedy.
His kiss sinks into my veins, twisting them and my whole body feels like it’s coming alive just for him. The world seems to twirl around us, disappearing as if knowing that it’s best when we’re left alone. When we’re allowed to explore and search for what we both have in store for only each other and nobody else.
My hands slide around his back when his own slide down to my ass and he cups it possessively, causing me to open up my mouth to him. I want more of his taste, want more of his testosterone and strength and...adoration?
I can feel it. I can feel what he feels for me and it makes me dizzy.
“My sweet, Daphne, “he murmurs in between kisses, “you make me fall apart.”
I make him fall apart?
He clasps his hand around my ponytail, pulling me away from his mouth so that he can see my face. “This is for life,” he says and I can barely look into his eyes. There’s too much light in them, too much victory. “You and me are for life.”
Life?
But before I get the chance to say anything, I feel his tongue in my mouth. Its predatory and wreaks chaos in my body, makes me see stars behind my eyes and if he wasn’t holding me, I probably would have fallen to the ground.
