“Jessica has sure done her homework,” he says, and I can’t help the hate I feel for a woman I have never met.
Silence ensues for a few minutes, and I try to think of any way that I can help. The thought almost makes me laugh, because not so long ago, I was looking for a way out of here, but now… now I’m getting myself in so deep and I never want to leave.
“Do you ever wish that you had a different life?” I ask quietly, and his eyes lock with mine.
“Sometimes,” he admits, shocking me a little. I expected him to say no because this is who he is. Crime Lord. Ruthless. Unforgiving. But I’ve seen the man hiding underneath those walls of steel, and I can’t help but feel a little flutter that I am the one seeing it.
“Do you ever get scared?”
“Not before you,” he tells me, and fuck if I don’t fall for him a little bit more. “I never had any reason to worry before you. Everyone who comes into my fold knows the deal, the risks, the very real possibility that they could die. But you… I brought you here, and I will never apologise for that because now that I have you, everything else pales in comparison… and the only thing that scares me is the thought of losing you.”
Jesus.
This guy.
“Join me,” I say as I gesture for him to get in. I watch as he stands up and removes his clothes, giving me an eyeful of his body that is ripped everywhere. Abs, thick thighs, muscular arms, and buns of steel. And all mine.
I move forward as he steps in so that he can sit behind me. He does and I sink back against him as his arms come around me, holding me, keeping me close.
“You know, Nate, if anyone had asked me a few weeks ago if I could be this happy with you, I’d have told them they were lying. But now, I can’t imagine my life without you. I see the good in you deep down, I know that the things you do are for a reason, and while I may not like some of it, I can accept it because it’s a part of you.”
I turn around so that I’m facing him, straddling him with my legs.
“I’ve felt every emotion possible since coming here. I’ve hated you, despised you, wanted to run away from you and never see you again.” I feel his body tense beneath me, but I’m not done yet. “But I don’t feel any of those things anymore.” And I take a deep breath because I am about to give him the last piece of me.
“My heart is yours, Nate. And I’m trusting you not to break it.”
“Fuck,” he says before planting his lips on mine and kissing me so fucking sweetly that my pussy is already wet for him. He breaks away and moves his hand to the back of my nape, holding me in place. “I love you, Kat. I’m so in fucking love with you.”
My heart accelerates, and I move my hand to his dick, placing it at my opening as I slowly slide down his length. I move my hips, taking my time, relishing in the fact that this man loves me.
He actually fucking loves me.
I feel so happy right now that I could burst.
I place my lips on his, my tongue moving into his mouth as my hips slowly circle.
I swallow his groans, and he swallows mine.
And when I feel myself building, and I feel his legs tense, I move my lips away from his and tell him, “I love you, Nate.”
“Fuck,” he says as I keep my steady pace, not wanting this moment to be over too quickly. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again.” He holds my stare, his hand gripping the nape of my neck, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels so damn good.
“I. Love. You.” And then we’re both falling over the edge, our combined releases pushing us to new heights. The intensity of this moment is like nothing I could ever have imagined.
I love him.
He loves me.
And all is right with the world––for the time being, at least.
Everything else can come later.
But this is just me and him, opening the last parts of ourselves up to each other.
