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“That’s not going to happen,” he said, half growling.
“Are you so certain about that?”
“I am. Besides, it would appear everyone has underestimated what we’re capable of.”
“There is no we.” I flitted my eyes toward his, remaining unblinking. “There can’t be. I won’t be able to save you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,cherie. First of all, I don’t need saving. You do. And the only way we can get through this is together. And you’re not going to do a single thing without my protection.”
Why a laugh bubbled to the surface was beyond me. This wasn’t a laughing matter by anyone’s standards, yet I didn’t want to cry any longer or feel sorry for myself. I was a big girl who’d made decisions that would alter my life and my career. It was time to own up to it. The ugliest fact of all was that I still wanted the man. I craved him, all of him. So much so that my pussy ached just thinking about him.
As he reached around my waist, unfastening and unzipping my skirt, his scent was intoxicating to the point I could barely breathe. And I wanted to kiss him. No, I wanted him to ravage me as he’d done before, refusing to take no for an answer. I longed for his utter domination, taking me to new heights of pleasure and allowing me to forget about the horrors even for an hour. Okay, maybe longer. I smiled, sensing I was losing what was left of my mind as he shimmied the tight material past my hips, lifting one leg then the other to remove the unwanted material.
“Mercy me,” he muttered as he took a deep breath, breaking free from undressing me to remove his shirt, yanking it from his collar. I couldn’t help but bask in his glorious abdomen, pecs that I could trail my fingers across for hours on end. The thought brought another crazy smile to my face, allowing me to ignore the fear for just a few precious seconds. As I brushed my fingertips across the slight cut I’d made, more guilt filtered into my system.
In his usual form, he wrapped his hand around mine, pulling my fingers to his lips and kissing them. He gave me a heated nod, as if he’d forgiven me.
I only hoped I could forgive myself.
He returned to his duties, turning me around completely with such tenderness that I couldn’t feel my feet. Maybe it was because of the icy chill that had all but closed off my blood vessels. As I stared into the mirror while he unfastened my bra, I could sense the kind of closeness between us I’d always wanted but had never thought I’d find. It was bizarre. It was strengthening. It was toxic and twisted, but it was so powerful that I almost believed we could get through this together.
He remained gentle in his actions as he slid the straps down my arms, taking his time to remove the piece of lingerie. When he moved to my thong, I half expected him to rip the lace to shreds, but he didn’t, merely rolling the thin material down my legs. He did what he’d done before, lifting my legs one at a time for me. Only this time, he brushed the rough pads of his fingers along the outside of my legs, slowly crawling them up to my thighs then my hips. He was so close I could feel the jolt of electricity that never seemed to diminish, and God help me, I craved the man even more.
He crowded my space, pressing his body against mine, the chill shifting to heat even though his pants were soaked. I couldn’t read his expression, but I sensed his hunger building just like mine, his needs becoming uncontrollable. Maybe what we’d shared was sinful, scandalous, but it was the only sustainable feeling, allow me to fly high above the worry and fear.
Backing away seconds later, his eyes never left mine as he removed the remainder of his clothing, kicking everything aside.
“I’ll put your clothes in the dryer,” I said, as if this was completely normal. As if I didn’t have an accused killer standing naked inside my small bathroom. As if there wasn’t some crazed murderer out there preying on innocent victims. Only three of the four recent victims weren’t innocent by anyone’s standards.
They were also killers, accused on multiple occasions of taking several lives in and out of Louisville. Did that make their deaths any less important, finding their killer not worthwhile? Of course not. I’d taken an oath to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves.
But what about me?
Approaching once again, he rubbed his fingertips down both arms, creating such a heated wave of tingles that the icy feeling in my blood was shoved aside.
We both remained quiet, not needing any words at this moment. My pussy was throbbing, and his cock was hard as a rock, the sensational feel of it pressing against my bottom entirely too incredible.
He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his lips nibbling my skin. His heated breath alone was enough to provide a moment of steam. I wanted to laugh at the notion, but I couldn’t make a sound.
Every touch pulled me further into a beautiful wave of darkness, lust that refused to be satisfied. He slipped one arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against him as he’d done before, but there was a heightened meaning in what he was doing, his attempt at making me feel safe.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever truly feel safe again. Another wave of sadness threatened to derail the sweet, sultry moment but I refused to allow it, shifting my hips back and forth. The friction was breath-stealing, desire tearing through me like a tidal wave of energy. How could anything so wrong feel so very right?
As I closed my eyes, it seemed the electric sensations only increased, his breath becoming combustive, his needs skyrocketing. When he turned me around, cupping both sides of my face, I felt so small in his hands yet so comfortable in his hold.
“You are so beautiful, Sedona. So perfect. I will never lose you. I will never let you go.”
I opened my eyes, able to see into the brutal man’s soul for the first time. There was a good man inside, the realization defying logic. But I sensed it. I felt it in my bones. He was protective of those he cared about, which I knew was more than just the woman standing bare in front of him. I suddenly wasn’t certain I could live without him.
His chest rose and fell as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth across my cheeks before rolling his hands over my shoulders to my buttocks. Without any hesitation, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me close as he walked us both into the shower, yanking the curtain behind him. As he made certain the stream of steamy water was splashing down over my head, I tipped it back, allowing the heated stream to cascade down the length of my body.
It was almost immediately soothing, but not nearly as much as the way he was touching me, as if I was a possession to be treasured. The thought was strangely fulfilling, pushing my lust to a level that couldn’t be denied.
Scattered moans slipped past my lips as I pressed my hands against his chest, lifting my gaze ever so slowly to his piercing eyes. “Make love to me, Jonny. Don’t let me go.”
“I already told you, baby. I never plan on letting you go. You belonged to me the moment you walked into that bar. And I always keep my promises.”
If he only knew what his possessive nature did to me, the sudden joy replacing the ugliness of the evening, the anger and fear. He lifted me off my feet just high enough that when I dipped my head near his, I felt strong and beautiful as he’d called me so many times. I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking gasping breaths as our lips almost touched.
