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“Then why did you look so…upset when I first walked in?”
I force her legs apart, settling between them.“I’m just not looking forward to leaving you later today.”
She studies me for several long moments, and I fear she’s about to call me out on my lies.Instead, she reaches for the sash on her robe and tugs, allowing the material to fall off her body.
“It’s not later yet.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
Creed
I stare at the ceiling,my mind consumed with all things Kane Kingsley.Not even the feel of Esme’s finger tracing a circle against my chest can ease my worry.
Can make me stop going through every scenario possible, wondering about his connection to everything I’ve learned over the past several weeks.
As much as I’d love to stay here with Esme, I’m now desperate to get back to Belmont.Go through my brother’s things again to see if anything stands out.
All I do know is Jack Sloane found one of his father’s tapes, the content of which somehow involved Prince Nicholas and his family, and people started turning up dead.What could be so inflammatory that people would need to lose their lives?
I refuse to entertain the notion of Esme losing her life over whatever it is, too.
Which is why I need to keep her in the dark, despite any promises I made.
“I can hear you thinking,” she murmurs in a lazy voice, pulling me back to the present.
“You can hear me thinking?”
She tilts her head, eyes meeting mine.“I can.”She smiles sadly.“Are you sure—”
I silence her question with a kiss, not wanting her to press the issue of my conversation with Lucas again.
Not wanting to lie to her again.
“I’m sure,” I tell her, rolling onto my side to face her.“I just hate having to leave you.”I feather my mouth against hers.“I don’t want to lose you.”
My confession falls from my lips before I can stop it.I didn’t mean to say that.Didn’t mean to give voice to the fear that increases with every passing moment, especially since she’s about to get on a plane to go back to Belmont, and I’ll be in the States another week.Thousands of miles away.Unable to get to her if anything goes wrong.
“You won’t,” she whispers against my lips, dragging her fingers up and down my spine.I arch into her, wanting to savor every touch.Every caress.Every brush of her mouth.“Like we swore all those weeks ago.And every day since.Today.”She presses a kiss to the side of my mouth.“Tomorrow.”She leaves a kiss on the other side.“Always.”
“Always,” I murmur, coaxing her lips to part, finding some solace in her promise as she breathes into me, her kiss and touch giving me life.Giving me hope.Giving me faith that no matter what happens over the next few weeks, we’ll get through it.
We didn’t come this far to lose everything we fought for in the last quarter.
And I’ll be damned if I lose Esme.
She swipes her tongue against mine, her little whimpers driving me wild.Just like they did all those years ago.
I slide my hand down her side, her body trembling in response.Digging my fingers into her hip, I force her onto her back and settle between her legs.
“One last time, Esme,” I growl, rocking my hips against her, feeling how wet she already is.How desperate she is for me.
I bury my head in the crook of her neck, relishing in the salty-sweet taste of her skin.She moans as she circles her legs around my waist, nails digging into my scalp, igniting a hunger only this woman can satisfy.
“Take me, Creed,” she begs, rubbing her slickness against my erection.Her restrained need is palpable as she grinds harder and faster.“I’m yours.”
“Mine.”I trail kisses across her jawline, snaking down her body to take a nipple in my mouth, tongue licking, teeth biting.I skim my hand along her curves, her breath hitching as I slip my fingers between her thighs and spread her wetness around.
“Yours,” she says again, as if she can sense I need yet another reminder.
