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For the most part, we never go completely off the grid, the locators on our mobiles always stay active, but this once, I didn’t follow protocol. I want no one near her until things are settled between us.
“Yes.”
“In Lincoln or a few states down south, Callum?” Tosser.
“That doesn’t concern you, mate.” His response to my dry retort is a snort. Bastard knows exactly where I am now. “Are you heading home tonight or tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Fancy catching a flight home together? I feel like we have a conversation pending.”
“We do,” Casper says. For a beat, the silence stretches between us. Changes are coming and it’s inevitable, and while I’m not angry at him for wanting what he does, no more waiting. My own immediate plans have changed, and I have Aliana to account for in the equation now. “The plane will be ready to take off a little after midnight.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Be safe.”
“But not too much,” I finish for him before hanging up, pocketing my mobile and then pressing her doorbell. There’s a bit of movement from inside, what sounds like something falling before a rush of feet stops on the other side of this door.
And fuck me if I don’t feel those warm eyes watching me through the peephole.
There’s just something about her. This connection doesn’t break or wilt, and the more I’m blessed by her presence, the more I crave it. Want to devour and then cuddle, taking her with me everywhere I go.
Things need to get settled first. A reminder that sits like acid on my tongue.
I owe it to my family to avenge my aunt’s death. I can’t bring her into the middle of a blood-filled hurricane, my world, until I guarantee our enemies are dead.
My wife will fear no one. “Fuck me,” I mumble, surprised by that last train of thought, but I’m not opposed to it. No fear. No questions. No second thoughts. “My beautiful little Venus.”
Cock hard, I reach down and adjust it, but not quick enough as my grip tightens to just shy of pain. I hear her. This beautiful little hiccupping breath through the camera’s speaker, and I was wrong; she’s watching me through the Ring app like a naughty girl. I’m also sure Aliana has no idea she’s pressed the talk button on her screen.
“Open the door, Miss Rubens.” Another sound. This one a low, an almost indiscernible sigh, and I groan. No shame. I want her to hear me. Know that I hunger for every single inch of her. “I’m here to claim the morning kiss I didn’t get this morning.”
“Kiss?” The tiny whimper makes me bite my lip. “Who said I owe you a kiss?”
“I do.”
“That’s very demanding of you even if I’m not opposed to it.”
“Not going to deny that I can be a dictating bastard, Venus. Now open up.” The lock disengages, but Aliana doesn’t open the door. Instead, I hear the shuffle of her feet walking away through the speaker of her alarm. “So be it.”
I have her door open and locked within a few seconds, my heavy footfalls following the path to her bedroom. I’m not going to waste my time searching for her; she’s either there or will come to me.
The half-open door lets me see inside the dark room. And there is the object of my obsession; Aliana is on her bed atop the strewn covers with an arm thrown over her eyes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, each sinuous curve highlighted by the last streams of daylight coming between the window drapes where one small bit where it’s parted, and I’m bloody thankful for that ray.
My mouth waters, eyes devouring the glimpse of skin beneath the threadbare light pink lounge set she’s wearing. Just a tank top and shorts, nothing over the top, yet minuscule and tight. Christ, she’s beautiful. Looks so warm and comfortable.
“Are you going to take that kiss now?” Aliana says without looking at me, tone breathy. She wants it just as much. A heady realization that makes my cock swell to the point of pain.
“I will.” Not saying anything else, I slip through the opening and then close the door, leaning against to simply watch. For a minute or two, silence turns into heavy breathing while her lithe body squirms under my gaze. Her nipples pebble. Her thighs press together. “Just let me enjoy you like this a little more.”
A shiver runs through her at my words, and a stuttering breath gets caught in her chest. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” In the dark with limited lighting, I take her in. My eyes have adjusted, loving the softness—how natural her position is without a single ounce of tension in it. From her small toes with a light purple coloring on them to the lush curve of her hip, I memorize each dip. From her tiny waist to the ample swell of her chest, I take count of each area I plan to kiss before heading back to London.
Pushing off the wall, I walk across the room and pause at her bed with a knee atop the mattress. It dips under my weight, the movement causing her to tense. She’s not afraid. This, that reaction, is all anticipation.
A want that mirrors mine. My girl.
