"No, she's adopted, remember?" he interrupts.
"But the day when she and Rex came back... you were reading my mind? It seemed like she was in on the joke."
"Ah," he says with a chuckle. "No. She can't read minds, but she's good at reading me. She knew by my reaction your head was in a bad place."
I blush fiercely while gripping my head, but then genius strikes. A burden can be a blessing if used correctly.
Hmm… I could have some fun with this.
“I don’t like the way that sounded,” he grumbles, his eyes scolding me for the hidden undertones of menace in my mind.
“Then learn to block me out,” I say with my scandalous smile emerging.
“I feel like you’re plotting,” he says with heavy suspicion.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You won’t see any thoughts on the matter though,” I murmur very teasingly while walking backwards toward the shower.
He grins, his intrigue shining through, as he walks toward me.
“You’re taking this news much better than I expected, Ms. Banner,” he smolders, those eyes staring at me in a way I love.
I love you too much to lose you over some harmless secret.
His eyes soften, and then he starts to speak, but my lips find his to silence anything he’s going to say. I jump up to wrap my legs around his waist, and he grips me tightly to his body while carrying me to the shower.
“You don’t know how good it feels to hear you say that,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I didn’t say it, but it was meant for you to hear. If you can deal with my secret-”
No. My secret could get him killed. What am I thinking?
His lips press against mine as a wall slams against my back. Our mission to make it to the shower has been halted as he opens my robe to him.
“Don’t you dare try leaving me because you’re worried about my safety, damn it. I love you, and I’m not losing you,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he jerks me to meet his center.
“I love you,” I utter in a moan as the tip of his erection meets my entrance.
“Tell me you won't leave,” he whispers before slamming into me, stealing my breath.
I gasp out my moan, and then my head flops back as he slams into me again.
“Tell me,” he prompts, urgency in his tone before slamming into me harder.
Never. I’ll never leave.
His lips find mine, and then his punishing rhythm picks up as my back pounds into the wall hard enough to crack it. I gasp for air, and then he plows into me again, his desire overwhelming me, his love finally mine.
I cling to his neck, and he grips my ass while pumping into me from such an incredibly perfect angle. My climax promises to come too soon, and I feel my contacts burning against my far too overheated body.
His touch becomes hotter, burning against me, heating my already fiery core. He cools again, his chill becoming delicious, and then his incredible thrusts only deepen, resulting in my undoing as I cry out my release.
He thrusts in twice more - two incredibly divine thrusts - and then his warmth spreads inside me. His lips twist with mine momentarily, and then we both pull back to pant for air, my head dropping to his shoulder.
I'm not supposed to need air, but that was breathtaking enough to make me hungry for a fresh breath.
“Damn, I’m so fucking crazy about you,” he murmurs against the side of my cheek, and my girly grin grows to be painful.
“That’s good because I’m pretty crazy about you too.”
