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Chapter34
Lara donned her pajamas and slid into bed. Tate’s bed. It smelled like him. She pulled his pillow to her and inhaled his scent. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the comfort that filled her for the moment. It was close to midnight and Tate was still on his mission. She wasn’t sure if that was normal. Hell, nothing in her life had been normal. Not in years, certainly not this past month.
She’d spoken to Shianne twice tonight. She chatted briefly with Adelaide, but didn’t want to bother her while she was working. Then Maya and Henry came home and switched places with Adelaide and Spencer.
She closed her eyes again and listened to the sounds of the house. Her shoulders had been tight for days. Kent had wreaked havoc on her life. They’d never had a conversation or any interaction until he smashed her bakery and now he seemed to be stalking her.
Lara heard a door downstairs open, then close, and two sets of feet entering the house.
Her heartbeat sped up, and she scooted to the edge of the bed. She listened for voices but heard nothing. Then soft footfalls sounded on the steps, and she scrambled to the corner of the room where her clothes laid on the chair.
Gathering her clothing to her chest, she swallowed the lump in her throat and looked around for her weapon. She had it here. She’d left it on the bedside table in the drawer. Looking at the door and the bedside table across from it, she tried getting her brain to focus on what had to happen first. She hated being afraid.
She dropped her clothes and picked up the table lamp by the chair as the doorknob turned. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she raised the lamp above her head, ready to swing it at whoever was sneaking in. Her chest tightened and her breathing became labored.
A man entered the room and the light from the hall showed her it was Tate. She squeaked in relief and he turned toward her.
“Hey, what are you doing over there? Were you going to hit me with the lamp?”
Tears sprang to her eyes, and it took her brain a while to catch on to the fact this was someone she trusted.
Her mouth opened then closed, her eyes grew blurry, and all she seemed to do was clutch the stupid lamp.
He slowly crept across the floor toward her; his eyes showed concern and his voice was low and soothing. “Hey there. It’s okay, Lara. Baby, it’s me.”
His hand reached forward and gently took the lamp from her hands. She blinked rapidly and his handsome face came into focus. She sobbed, then dropped her head into her hands.
He wrapped his arms around her and smoothed up and down her back. She sniffed then wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I should have texted you so you knew it was me.”
“Oh my God... I feel so stupid.”
He moved them toward the bed. He leaned down and pulled the sheets back further, then helped her to lay down. He curled in behind her, his muscular arms pulled her close to him and he held her.
His warmth seeped into her, and she enjoyed his scent as she calmed.
“I’m sorry.”
He chuckled, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Inhaling a large breath then releasing it, she shook her head. “I feel stupid. These past few weeks, everything has been building up in me and I guess I’m tired.”
He kissed her head and squeezed her tightly to him. “Understandable. Totally understandable.”
They laid quietly for long moments. She warmed in his arms. She rolled over, maintaining as much contact as she could with him.
“I’ve had so much upheaval in my life these past few weeks. This is all new. Unfamiliar sounds. Bed. People around me.”
“I understand, Lara.” He kissed her lips, and she wriggled tighter into his arms.
He nipped along her lips. Then kissed her cheek to her ear. His tongue ringed her ear and his deep throaty voice whispered, “You feel so fucking good.”
She felt him harden between them and she rocked her pelvis toward him. He responded by sliding his hand down her back to her ass and rocking into her at the same time. She felt how hard he was and pushed back against him. Her hand reached around and pulled him into her again.
He responded by rolling her to her back and scooting between her legs. He began a rhythm of grinding against her, and her body responded. Her nipples pebbled tightly, and she moved back and forth enjoying the friction on them.
