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Kit doesn’t ask. He doesn’t have to—he trusts me.
His teeth sink into the thin material, and I hear a rip. I arch my back, so I can see him become feral and possessive as he tears the underwear from my body.
I pant at the sight of his hungry look before spreading my legs wider and dipping his head between my seams.
I let out a low groan as his tongue licks up my slit and to my clit. Any and all thoughts shoot out of my head as his tongue moves over me. His firm hands keep me spread, and he growls—claiming me as his.
In this moment, I am his.
It doesn’t matter who I’m married to—whose ring I wear. It doesn’t even matter if I carry Lennox’s child. I’m Kit’s. I’m his love, and he’s mine.
And he’s showing me exactly how much nothing else matters. Our love will endure.
I writhe beneath him as his expert tongue flicks over my sensitive nub. I feel my cheeks heating, my body trembling, and the tingling in my core building.
“I love you, bug,” Kit says, his words vibrating through me, intensifying the feeling.
“I love you, too.”
I grab his head as I feel him move faster, and I move closer to the brink of coming.
His hand goes over mine, and I feel him touch my wedding and engagement rings. He flicks it around and squeezes my hand hard, trying to grind the rings off my finger. Rings I forgot I was even wearing. Rings I should have taken off before I let him bring me pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growls.
I gasp as his teeth nip at my clit, sending intense waves through my body.
“Say it,” he commands.
“I’m yours,” I whimper.
Satisfied, his tongue pushes me over the edge.
Waves of emotion slam through me like a hurricane. My head spins with the intensity, and tears well in my eyes as I feel myself being torn by our predicament.How can our love survive this? How can I best protect Kit?
I grab Kit’s shirt and pull him to me as I kiss him hard. I can taste my sweet juices on his lips as I kiss him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, even though I know none of this is my fault. But it is my fault for letting him fall in love with me, knowing that my life wasn’t mine. My heart was never free to give. I knew this would always end tragically like Romeo and Juliet.
He shakes his head and kisses me again. “Don’t ever be sorry. Falling in love with you will never be a mistake.”
I disagree, but don’t say it. I don’t say that his life is more important than loving me.
“My turn,” I say, but Kit just kisses me again.
“I have to go to work.”
I frown. “But you’re a mess. You need to be monitored for signs of a concussion. You can’t go to work.”
“I’ll be fine, but I’ll text you every hour, so you don’t worry.”
“Kit, I—”
“I’ll be fine, bug. Don’t worry about me.”
He kisses me again, and I have no choice but to surrender. If he’s going to keep being with me, then he’ll do far riskier things in his life than this.
“We need to talk more,” I say.
