Page 18 of Rescuing Royce
“Whether you realize it or not, you rescued me, Amber. Rescued me from empty encounters with women whose names I forget before I even walk out the door. Because you came along, and each time I saw you, I wanted you more, and then I only wanted you. So, when you seduced me, you also rescued me. I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
Wow. Just holy moly, wow. She laughed, then she moaned again as he rubbed himself against her.
“You, Mr. Kincaid, are very welcome. I want more too.”
EPILOGUE
TWO MONTHS LATER
Amber set the last box on the kitchen counter. She looked through the window over the sink to see a group of babies and toddlers laughing and squealing as their parents played an impromptu game of hide and seek. The winner received a kiss and a tickle that sent everyone involved into a new round of laughter.
The move had gone quick since everyone showed up to help and celebrate the latest couple to officially cohabitate. Amber grinned at the memory of Reese’s toast before they all took the kids outside to play. She’d offered one bit of advice, which apparently Royce had given to Connor when they’d moved in together. “Never go to bed angry, but if you do, use it for angry sex. It’s the best.”
Except Reese didn’t follow it up with Royce’s statement of, ‘And now I’m going to go get drunk to forget I suggested you have any kind of sex with my sister.’
Well, they hadn’t had a chance to have angry sex yet. But she was looking forward to it. Hmm, maybe she should make up a fake reason to argue? She let out a giggle and reached into the box and took out her favorite coffee mug. The movement lifted her shirt and exposed her waist. She jumped when a set of cold but a familiar set of hands circled around to her front and cupped the underside of her breasts.
“Royce, there are kids out back.”
“Shh…most of them can’t talk or walk yet, so no worries. I need a moment with my new roomie. I haven’t been able to touch you for hours.”
Amber leaned into him and sighed. She arched her back and put her hands over his. And oh, did she love the way he desired her. But she wasn’t sure about the ‘roomie’ comment. She saw them as more than that, but she’d circle back around to that discussion—later.
When his hands fell to her waist, she let out a disappointed, “oh.”
Royce buried his face into her neck, where he placed an open-mouthed kiss, so she was momentarily mollified.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her protest sounded weak to her own ears, and thankfully, he ignored her.
“Everyone’s staying outside for a while. Let me take the edge off for you, babe. You seem a little stressed.”
Amber wasn’t feeling any stress, but she’d keep that to herself. She wasn’t about to complain about having his hands on her, but there were over a dozen people outside. Any of them could walk in. “Maybe, but first how about I make a snack for?—”
Royce dipped his hand into her waistband and slipped his fingers under her panties and stroked her. She jumped at the contact, the pleasure and the wickedness of the act. Lord, she loved how he worshipped her body.
“I was thinking more of a quick big-O for you and a promise of one for me later. Spread your legs for me, Amber. That’s it, now close your eyes and be still. I’ll do all the work.”
His whispered command created an instant liquid heat to pool in her core.
How did she get so lucky to find a man who was her match in every way? They may have started off their relationship with lust-filled nights, but it soon became apparent they shared so much more. They both loved to read thrillers, had similar political views, and binge-watched shows when he was off duty. And she was hoping the combo led to, well to forever. They had time to figure it all out.
Royce nipped her earlobe and drove two fingers inside her at the same time. She didn’t listen to him; she moved. She rocked her hips and rode his fingers. She couldn’t wait, she wanted her release, and he obliged her by pressing his thumb against her swollen clit. She broke apart and bit her lip to keep from crying out. The intensity of her orgasm bloomed within her and warmed every inch of her flesh.
She sagged against the man she loved and reveled in his ability to satisfy her. It did bring her a moment of guilt. “Oh, Royce. I want you to feel this good, let me?—”
“Amber, your pleasure is mine too. You have to remember we’re going to have years to give each other what you’re feeling now.”
Years? Did Royce just say years? Her heart skipped a beat. At a loss for words, she turned around, tears gathering in her eyes, and lifted her arms around his neck. She pressed herself into him and was met with hard evidence of his promised years.
She almost missed his wicked grin as she pulled his head down for a kiss. When he pulled back before she could place her lips on his, she noticed he’d placed a hand between them; a small object was resting between his forefinger and thumb.
Her breath hitched as she let out a snort-laugh. Tears fell down her cheeks.
“Will you? You know I’m not a man of many words, but I love you, Amber Wyatt. I love your mind, your body, and your kindness. I want you by my side for as long as we both live.”
She lifted a hand to brush away the tears and covered her mouth as she looked deep into Royce’s eyes. Unshed tears filled his own.
He leaned his forehead into hers. “Baby, breathe. Don’t make me wait.”
