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“You’re pissed at me?”
“Hell yes, I’m mad.”
“Why?” His large body fills my small foyer. “I told you those pictures are old. They were taken of us at The Ivy in April. Paparazzi take them and use them later when they need the cash.”
He steps closer, his eyes scanning my tense body.
I’m still on guard.
“You don’t trust me yet, do you?”
“I trust the boy I rode bikes with. The boyfriend who held my hand on the bus. The one who used to dance with me on the beach. But then he left for ten years without a word.
“And I don’t know if I can trust the Redix Dean who came back. The celebrity who got so wasted he was caught at the Golden Globes with Jenna Anderson giving him a blowjob.”
“I mean it, Cade.” He’s even closer, his smell overpowering the dinner he cooked for us. “We’re back together, and I’m not leaving you again.”
“No, you’re back in my life like a whirlwind, and I just gotta hang on because I know it won’t last. You always leave.”
That shakes his head. “Yes, I have to go to work for weeks to some bullshit location, but I’m coming back to you, and I’ll be faithful while I’m gone.”
“Redix, how can I trust your words when your actions have shown me otherwise? Nine years of fucking up can’t erase one year of getting it right. Not yet.”
It hurts me to say it, but we’re not kids anymore or teens in naïve love. It’s the truth, as painful as it is. And we’ve been through too much to deny it.
“You’re right.” His hands surrender. “I was fucked up for a long time, and now I gotta earn your trust again. No more breaking and entering. No more stalking. It’s your choice, and I’ll respect it.”
He slowly searches my eyes, swearing.
“Just know I never left you, Cade. But I had to find me again, and I couldn’t for a long time because I found a bottle instead. But I swear, I’m back now.”
There’s a depth to Redix few can see. They can’t get past his stunning facade to see his pain, but I always could. It matches mine in the most hellish way.
“It’s okay,” I sigh.
“No, you’re right. It wasn’t okay. But I swear we will be now.”
It happens too fast. How I soften for his sheepish grin. How he always clowns for me. How he holds his wrists out for me to cuff them.
“Though I do want you to arrest me with those handcuffs. They look hot as hell on you.”
I’m not hot. I’m relieved. I touch the cuffs.
“These aren’t for play.”
“Wanna bet?”
He’s on me in two steps, his lips colliding with mine. His hand wraps around my neck, pulling me in with no escape. And I love his prison.
Tracing his tongue over my bottom lip, his moan is low, his grind into me hard. It forces mine while my tongue meets his, too.
Trust, joy, lust, every emotion wants to flood me when he walks me back against the wall, our bodies begging for the heat of the other. The force of his desire, of all his muscles, traps me without restraint. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him back, searching for the soul I love inside him, stirring memories of every sensuous moment we shared and demanding many more.
“Jesus, Cade,” he rasps into my mouth before he pulls back, dragging his thumb over the seam of my lips. “An airplane could crash land on your lips, and all would survive. Goddamn, you’re my rescue. Every. Fucking. Time.”
Matching his awe, I rip open his short sleeve shirt. Buttons fall to the floor, and he grins. My lips are on his neck, my tongue wandering down to his hard pecs as they flex at my touch.
God, the flavor of him, dominates like his seductive smell. I need more, making him moan as I suck his nipple, telling me he does too.
