“I’m not doing anything,” I huff.
His lips swarm mine as he engulfs me, and I feel the need in his touch as the kiss spirals into something much more. He grips me at my ass as he hoists me into the air, and my legs clasp around his waist as the couch finds my back. He tugs at the white leather pants, and my small red shirt falls to the floor as he surges into me with a needy force.
“Don’t leave me, baby,” he pleads in prayer.
“I’m not,” I strain out through my guilty tears.
He’s right. If Symphony is stronger, they’ll need me. I’m stuck with a no win situation.
His lips continue to devour mine as his heavenly rhythm quickens to a more exquisite pace which forces my head back. His lips press against my neck, and his body traps mine under him.
“Nothing has ever tasted better than you,” he murmurs as his lips return to my mouth, and I breathe him in as his body continues to own mine.
“Harder,” I exhale, and his pace quickens as his strokes become rougher to fulfill my moaned request.
His pounding force commands my body to squirm as I moan out my pleasure, and his dampened skin slides against mine as he jerks me to him to meet his thrusts. A sexy grunting noise rises from his throat to let me know he’s getting close.
I gasp as he jerks me free from the couch, and suddenly I’m sitting on the table in the dining room as he thrusts in deeper while ripping me to him. My head pops back as one of his hands curls around my neck, and his other grabs my ass to keep pulling me to his glorious force.
I grip the back of his neck as I rise up, and our eyes lock as his bottom lip moves between his teeth. My lips won’t close as my gasping moans rattle on, and then I scream as the climax I’ve been seeking finds me to shake me to the core.
He thrusts in again, and his warmth fills me as his raspy breaths shake beside my ear. He holds me as if he’s not going to let me go, and then his lips gingerly stroke mine as he picks me back up to carry me to the couch. He collapses to it while pulling me into his lap, and I curl into him just as the sun starts to set.
I feel so complete in his arms, and now that the cloud of uncertainty is gone, I can just relish him.
“I love you,” he murmurs while kissing my forehead.
“I love you too.”
“We need to get dressed. We need to see if we can track Ty. I’m sure they’ve sent out aerial drones by now to find him.”
“I feel too good right now to go to work. I just want to stay here with you,” I hum out.
He smirks as he kisses me again, and then he pulls me closer to him.
“I’m so glad to have you back, baby.”
“I’m glad to be back,” I giggle out while his lips close over mine, and then I pout when he scoops me up to shuffle me to the bedroom.
I huff as I pick up more of the revealing garments I still haven’t replaced, and he lets a devious smirk free as I slip into the short, leather-of course- shorts. I slide on the revealing shirt that hangs far off my shoulder, and its lacy pattern offers a see-through promise if you look hard enough.
A pounding on the door erupts as Grayson barrels in without warning, and his tear-streaked face mingles with blood pouring from him.
“What the fuck?” Hale gushes as he rushes over to him.
“Angelica. That mother fucker has Angelica,” he says before collapsing unconsciously to the floor.
“Shit,” Hale screeches, and he quickly picks up his phone as my heart tries to pound from my chest.
“Blood. Get blood and meet us in the yard,” he yells into the phone, and then he throws his phone into his pocket before the person on the other line ever has a chance to say anything.
He grabs Grayson to throw him over his shoulder, and I run behind him as he blurs through the hallways. Brazen is riddled with anxiety as we reach the hummers outside, and he jerks the door open as Hale throws Grayson in the backseat.
“What the fuck?” Brazen gushes in almost exactly the same tone Hale used when Grayson burst in.
“Ty has Angelica. Feed him blood, I’ll drive,” Hale answers quickly as we jump into the vehicle.
“He has her? How?”
