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I gasp, twisting to look at his profile. “What’s that for?”
“I believe I made you a promise when I texted you.”
ChapterTwenty
Nikki
As soon ashe shoulders his way through the door, he drops me on the floor. I don’t know why I’m out of breath. And I really can’t be bothered to wonder. Not with the way he’s looking at me. Like I mean something to him other than an unwanted burden—a wife he never asked for, who almost ruined everything he ever wanted. Why is he now looking at me like I’m everything he ever wanted? I can’t allow myself to trust it. I need to gird myself against him weakening me. I need to cling to the strength I gained when I was away. At least that’s what I tell myself, even as my treacherous body threatens to melt under his scrutiny.
His eyes shine with the iridescence of the moon as his gaze hits me.
I swallow at the intensity and the increased ferocity he seems to have gotten from what he shared earlier. “So you plan on making good on your little threat from the other day?” I ask in the face of his sexual prowess. I have no weapons in my entire arsenal that work against this man, so I just call it him out in the only way I know.
“Little girl, you should know by now that there is nothing little about me and I don’t make threats—only promises.” Mathias steps closer to me. He pauses. Instead of snatching me to him, he waits. Seemingly to give me a choice, but what choice is there for me to make? What choice is there when all I’ve ever wanted since we met is him?
I’m backed against the wall, craning my neck up to his magnificent tall form, searching—for what, I don’t know. Getting on my tiptoes, I press a soft kiss to his mouth, and when he bends to meet me, his lips are pliant and welcoming.
The kiss is as intense as it is slow. Like we are relearning each other. He pulls back, his mouth hovering over mine. The air mixes between us in a heady welcome, making salivate. Making me want more. Want him.
His breathing is labored; mine pants out of me to match. Our bodies line up so the height difference is apparent by his dick pressing against the high part of my belly. He dips, lifting me under my thighs. Wrapping my thighs around him, I pull him close. I feel all of him. He molds me to him so every nook and cranny of my body is married to every sinew of his large frame.
“Mathias,” I breathe, burying my head in his neck, inhaling him. Unable to resist the temptation of his clover, earth, and sugar scent. First, I dart my tongue out for just a little taste of him. Then I lap. I suck. Hard.
“Stop,” he orders on a groan, his dick acting like it wants to punch through his pants. “Stop before you make me nut right here. That would be a sorry-ass way to get my wife back.”
I know he sees the shock on my face when I pull back, looking at him. “Get me back?”
“Yeah.” Showing me that adorable quirk of his mouth and his dimples slashing the slides of his face, making him look even sexier. “You think I just go around randomly kicking doors in? I went there for you.”
Now it’s my turn to look at him for a long minute. I never allowed myself to think for a moment that he came after me for anything other than to keep me in line for the campaign. Now he’s almost making me think he came for himself. Because he wants me, not just for his senate bid but for him. Like he wants us to be together.
My heart is beating so hard in that moment, I dare not acknowledge it. I can’t allow myself to believe for one minute he wants us to be together, that he wants me.
I start shaking my head—
“Nik.” He groans my name like he’s in agony and only I can assuage his pain. Then he’s on me. And I’m on him. He rips off my pink yoga hoodie, pulling it above my head, then tossing it to the side.
After pulling his black T-shirt over his head, I toss it in the corner, following the direction in which he threw mine. We divest each other of our pants, kicking off socks and shoes, leaving a puddle of clothes at our feet.
His body is beautiful in the moonlight. His sun-kissed tan skin is pulled taunt, the silver-edged scar tissue doing nothing to take away from the virility and sensuality of his body. He looks like one of the battle-worn fae kings I read about. He stands before me no longer the broken little boy who watched his mother suffer and fought valiantly in the face of sheer evil but a man who rose like a phoenix from the ashes of despair, forging his own destiny, determined to break free of the torment and breaking the shackles that tried to claim his soul.
In this moment I know I love this man. I know it with my whole heart, but I dare not say it. Something tells me he’s not ready to hear it, not yet. Not while this thing with Joi still hangs over our heads.
“Take me to bed, Thi,” I whisper.
He scoops me up, cradling me, pulling me close to his chest. My own feels like it’s about to explode. Hearing his heavy tread with each step he takes in the direction of the bedroom makes my heart beat a smidge faster. It’s funny. I press my ear to his chest to see if his heart has picked up its beat. I smile to myself, hearing it has.
Once we get to the bedroom, he lies on his back, pulling me on top of him. “Kiss me.” He’s being bossy, but I like it. Tugging his lower lip into my mouth, I suck on him. I let it pop out, then run my tongue on it.
“Delicious,” I mumble, covering his mouth with mine. The kiss is heavy and deep. Taking my time, I lick inside him. I take his tongue when he offers it to me, sucking, licking, sliding, tangling.
While I’m busy there, he groans into my mouth. His large hands cover the globes of my ass, squeezing them, manipulating them like I’m a doll he can use. He grinds me on his dick, making sure to rub against my distended clit.
“Ohmygoodness.” I pull away from the kiss, gaping my legs so he can hit my spot. “Thi.” I shudder. “I’m so close, so close.”
“I got you, babe.” He angles his dick so he’s sliding against my slick flesh, hitting my clit directly.
Covering his mouth, I tongue him deep as I come.
