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She nudges against me, as if she’s trying to buck me off of her. “You’re rude.”
I clamp my arms around her middle so she can’t slip away from me. “It’s zero, Charlotte. I haven’t fucked anyone else in the Chevelle. Until you.”
My wife freezes, turning her head so she can meet my gaze. “You’re serious?”
“Why would I lie to you?” I drop a kiss on her lips, not wanting to push. She responds, leaning into me and I break away first, trying to keep my head. “There’s something here. Between us. You feel it too.”
Charlotte blinks at my honest response. “Do you want to know what I thought about when I was tied up in that room?”
My skin feels like it could burst into flames at her mentioning being tied up. Alone in an empty room, waiting for that McFuckface to come back and do whatever he wanted to her. She must’ve been so damn scared. “What?” I ask, my throat scratchy. “Doja?”
Her eyes fill with tears and a soft laugh leaves her. “You. If I was ever going to see you again. Feel your arms around me. See you smile. Hear your laughter.”
My chest aches at her confession. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
She turns so she’s facing forward once more, pressing up against me once again and I can sense the tension ease out of her once again. I rest my hands just below her breasts, my fingers stroking her silky smooth skin. “That won’t work, Perry. You have to go to work. Live your life.”
“You’ll come with me to Halcyon.”
“And what would I do there? Bring Doja? We could become the Halcyon mascots,” she suggests.
“No.” I shake my head. “Doja stays home with Jasper. You come to work with me. Or I could work from home. Winston will accuse me of jacking off all day, but fuck it. I’m not leaving you alone.”
Charlotte drifts her fingers across my forearms, her long nails making my skin tingle. “I love how protective you are.”
Doesn’t feel like I was protective enough, but I’m going to make up for it. Nothing will happen to this woman again. Not with me by her side.
“I protect what’s mine.” I slide my hand down her belly, until I’m cupping her pussy, noting the heat emanating from her. The wetness. And I’m not talking from the bath water either. “You belong to me. This pussy is fucking mine. Do you understand?”
She’s trembling, and I feel like an asshole. Did I scare her with the over-the-top possessiveness? The woman makes me feel like this. Like beating my chest and smashing that other jerk’s face in, all while grabbing Charlotte by the hair and grunting, “Mine.”
If I ever told her that, she’d probably kick me in the dick. And I’d probably deserve it.
She’s quiet for so long I have to say something.
“Charlotte—”
“I understand,” she says, interrupting me. She lifts her hips, causing my hand to sink deeper. Until my fingers are pushing between her folds. Her unspoken agreement urges me on and I stroke her. Softly at first.
Carefully.
“I was so scared,” she whispers as she throws her head back onto my shoulder, exposing her elegant neck. “I thought no one was going to save me.”
“You saved you,” I remind her, dipping my head so I can press my mouth to her throat, her pulse throbbing beneath my lips. “You’re your own hero, wife.”
She angles her head so her gaze meets mine, her eyes wide and so damn serious. “No one ever believes in me. Or thinks I’m capable of taking care of myself. Until you.”
“You’re the strongest woman I know.” I kiss her, my lips lingering on hers.
“Even stronger than your mother?” She smiles and I pull away slightly so I can look at her.
I’ve barely thought about my mother since Charlotte and I got married, and that’s a freaking first. We used to talk on the phone a couple times a week. I’d accompany her to lunch or dinner, and I’d always return to the compound for the weekend.
Well, mostly.
Now it’s as if I’ve forgotten all about her, and while that makes me feel like a shit son, I can’t focus on that right now. Not when I have my naked wife wrapped up in my arms while sharing a bath with her.
“I stand by my original statement,” I say solemnly.
