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The living room houses a black leather sectional along with a flat screen mounted to the longest wall that is ridiculously large. The room could use some pops of color and the touch of a woman. You can ascertain this is a male dominated space by the various weapons hanging on the shorter wall. Although someone who I’m assuming was Ember went through the trouble of displaying some fall themed décor in the center of the coffee table next to a votive candle.
“Cute pumpkins.”
“My sister,” he confirms my assumption.
“Nothing wrong with a woman’s touch.”
“You can say that again.” His gaze lingers on my lips, and I hope he kisses me again soon. “As you can see, this is the living room. The kitchen and dining room are through there and down this hall is my room. This concludes the tour.” He tugs me into his bedroom, where I’m pleasantly surprised to discover that he owns nice furniture. Part of me expected him to own a futon or have an air mattress in the middle of the room.
A dark navy-blue comforter covers the mattress. There’s a long dresser with another TV mounted on the wall. A large sword hangs on the wall behind the bed.
I press a knee to the mattress and raise a hand to touch the intricate handle adorned with jewels. “One of yours?” One thing I know about Prodigy is that he makes crazy good swords and knives.
He mostly sells them online. Bianca, Sandman’s Ol’ Lady, has some on consignment in her witchy store she runs with her grandmother.
“One of my first,” he notes, shrugging out of his cut and hanging it in the closet with care.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You didn’t come here to admire my sword.” He sinks onto the other side of the bed.
“Not the one on the wall, at least.” I smirk as he leans back on the pillows.
“C’mere, beautiful.” He angles onto his side, and I scoot a few spaces, closing the distance between us. There’s simply something about the way he looks at me when he calls me beautiful. Like the word was invented only for him to use the term when referring to me.
I hesitate to lean into his awaiting lips.
Sensing my apprehension, he asks, “What are you so afraid of, Zoe?”
“Everything.”
Chapter Five
“All these months of wondering what if where you and I are concerned have been worth the wait,” I confess.
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” she whispers, sounding as delectable as she looks laying next to me in my bed, except for the fact that she’s wearing too much clothing.
“No apologies. You’re here now.” I go in for a kiss that she eagerly returns. Zoe moans into my mouth and instantly I’m hard at the muffled yet sexy sound. “Take off that jacket.”
Yanking back, she removes the jacket.
“Now your shirt.”
She hesitates. “Before this goes further, you need to know that my body isn’t perfect. I have scars and stretch marks. Dimples in my thighs and I’m sure other places.”
“I don’t want perfect, Zoe. I want you just as you are. Real men don’t care about that. When I look at you, I see a woman who has worked her ass off to protect her girls. A woman who has sacrificed her own needs to put them first. Don’t get me twisted. Your face is gorgeous, but that’s not why I call you beautiful.”
I can see she’s confused, with her brows drawn in and lips pursed, trying to decipher what my angle is.
“I call you beautiful because you are in here.” I press my palm over her left breast.
“Stop being so damn sweet to me.”
“I’m not other men. I’m not your ex and I’m not Hound. I’ll call you on your shit when you need it, but I’ll do it with care. Unless you pull a little stunt like you did back there at the club and put that wall back up that I’ve been dying to tear down. Because the promise of you is just as good as the reward.”
“You’re saying a lot of good things. Almost too good to be true.”
“I know what I want, Zoe. I’ve been around you for years and I know you’re a good woman. I’ve finally got you alone and to myself. My cards are on the table. So, before I blow your mind with the best orgasm of your life, you need to know that I’m not fucking around and yanking your chain. You may have shown up tonight ready to get your rocks off and that’s cool. We’re about to get to that part of our night, but this is happening. I’m telling you now that if I scare you with this shit, then I hope so. Because it means you get that, I mean what I say. And you can be afraid of real all you want to, but I’m going to be here. I’m going to show up for you until you realize that what we’ve got and what we can have will be worth all the shit you’ve gone through to get to me.”
