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While Matt who looked like a beast when I first met him, acted like one, too, but he is all I want, all I need.
Curled up in his lap, I bury my nose in the crook of his neck, inhale the clean musk of his male sweat. The most expensive perfume in the world doesn’t hold a candle to this guy’s natural scent.
“Are you sniffing me?” he rumbles.
“Yes.”
He snorts. I lick the skin of his neck, and he shivers. “Don’t start what we can’t finish,” he warns, his cock hardening under my legs. “Christ.”
“You smell good,” I inform him and bite lightly, tasting salt and sugar, and he hardens more, shifting uncomfortably underneath me. “Taste good, too.”
He grunts, his heart hammering against me. “Fuck.”
“Hm… Maybe later?” I cup his cheek, turn his head toward me and kiss him. He groans in my mouth, grabs my hips and rocks me against his hard-on until we’re both breathless and moaning.
God, he’s right. We can’t finish this now.
And somehow we’ve made enough noise to wake up the kids. They’re beginning to stir, blinking innocent, sleepy eyes at us.
So I climb off Matt regretfully and give him one last, lingering kiss. “I’m going to make us some dinner, okay?”
He reaches down, adjusts himself in his pants. He’s so hard, so visibly aroused, and the sight makes my mouth water. “Wait until I get you alone.”
Snickering, I leave him, trying to ignore the throbbing deep inside me¸ my need for him. Later. The kids need to eat, and so do we. It’s been a long day, and it’s late afternoon by now.
My stomach growls at the realization, and I open the fridge, going through what we have, trying to decide what to prepare. Something easy. The kids always love pasta, so that’s an easy bet.
I rummage through the cupboards, coming up with enough ingredients to make a nice big pot. Spaghetti, sauce, sausage, cheese, all the good stuff.
Humming to myself, I fill a pot with water and slice up the sausage. Everything will turn out okay. So this Jeff duped me. So what. I’m not the first or the last girl to be taken in by a guy. A dangerous, mentally unstable guy, from the looks of it.
I couldn’t have known. But now he’ll be caught and we’ll all be safe again. And after days and weeks pass, I’ll stop looking over my shoulder all the time, and the kids will be able to play in the yard and on the porch.
We won’t stay locked up in here forever.
And then maybe Matt and I, we can have some time alone. We can talk, and kiss, and make love. In a bed, for a change, not that everything we’ve done so far wasn’t crazy good, but… With time. Time to see the whole of him, trace his tattoos, trace his scars.
Learn how to give him pleasure.
Smiling, I look up, and see someone outside the kitchen window. It’s a cop, I realize. He’s gesturing at me, and as he approaches the kitchen door, I wipe my hands on a kitchen towel and go to see what he wants.
I open the door, trying to see him in the low afternoon light, and he tips his hat at me. Such an old-fashioned, charming gesture. I take two steps outside, waiting to hear if he has news, if they found anything.
He grabs me, slams a hand over my mouth, and I jerk and writhe, panic and fear shooting through me like electric shocks.
Then something pricks my neck like a bee sting, and the world fades.
Chapter Forty-One
Matt
Mary is blinking at me with wide eyes, still unfocused from sleep. I unfold from th
e armchair and go to sit beside her, petting her hair.
“Hey, baby girl.” My little princess. How did I waste so much time I could have spent with her? Barely watched her grow. “I’m here.”
She relaxes, and smiles up at me. “Daddy,” she whispers. It twists my heart sweetly in my chest.
