This means more to me than anything else he’s done, like letting me go shopping. Instead of just going to bed angry, he makes me cocoa and leaves it for me to find, like it’s his way of caring for me, even if I’m angry with him.
Tears fill my eyes, and I wipe them away, finishing the cocoa so I can finally curl up in bed. Even though I was exhausted, the second I lie down, I feel completely awake. I can feel the heat radiating off Kit’s body and taste his scent on the back of my tongue.
My body comes alive, lines of lust running across my skin, hardening my nipples and making my pussy throb. I struggle toget myself under control, hoping Kit won’t wake up and notice me sweating with desire right next to him.
The memories from the night before come rushing back—the intense thrill of being with him again, satisfying my craving for his body, and completely owning him, bending him to my will.
Powerful, in control, and safe—so safe. I’ve never felt like that before.
The urge to reach out to Kit is almost overpowering, but I can’t do it. I lay there, struggling, torn between my desire for him and the fear that lives deep in my soul.
Chapter 20 - Kit
When I hear Lexa enter the room, I keep still, trying to relax. It takes all my concentration to keep my breathing even, and I’m not sure I’m even doing a great job of it.
Why am I even pretending to be asleep? I should just confront her. Right now.
The idea seems incredibly adversarial, and the last thing I want to do is fight. I don’t know how to ask my questions—or expose my secrets—in a calm manner, so I bury myself under the blankets like a coward and pray that she falls asleep soon.
I feel her sit on the edge of the bed and hear her crunching the cookies. It gives me a warm, satisfied feeling that she’s accepted my gift, even though it’s such a small one.
The idea of just going to bed and not speaking to her doesn’t feel right. I have to do something to show her I’m thinking of her. So far, cookies and cocoa seem to be the best way of doing that.
I squeeze my eyes shut, making another attempt to settle, but every time I try to fall asleep, I see that guy again, trailing her into the side street. My first reaction is to protect her, to absolutely destroy anyone who would dare threaten her.
But she is not the sweet, shy girl I knew before. Last night proved that. She’s confident and powerful. If she can fuck me like that, she must have experience. She knows how to take her own pleasure… and tie a guy up in his own damn clothes!
My heart starts to pound from a combination of my own passion and the horror of my suspicions. If there was someone else she really wanted, then I wouldn’t be able to stop her… and I wouldn’t want to. All I want is for her to be happy.
I’d be jealous as fuck. Destroyed.
But I’d let her go.
That idea brings me unbelievable pain. I almost groan in agony before I remember that I’m supposed to be asleep. It’s not so much the idea of another guy that’s tearing me to shreds, but the possibility that Lexa might be lying to me.
She hasn’t done anything to soothe my suspicion, either. She won’t tell me why she left or where she’s been. If I had those details, I might feel safe enough to explain what actually happened.
Briefly, I think about her running away with another man, releasing me from the guilt of explaining to her how I found her mother and the possibility I might have had something to do with it.
The idea of slithering out of that situation disgusts me so much, I immediately discard it.
Besides, Loretta would never let her live. By the old laws, a runaway bride can be hunted down and killed, and I wouldn’t be able to stop her.
I hear Lexa stretch out beside me. Her sweet scent fills my nostrils. Lying beside her and not reaching for her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and it only gets harder as the seconds drag by.
Speaking of hard…
I can’t calm my body down, not even slightly. Her scent gets thicker, and I can almost taste her sweat on my lips.
I want to devour her… every inch of her…
Oh, God, I want to eat her pussy so bad!
Memories flow through my mind, and I don’t try to stop them. That night, all those years ago, when I made her gasp and cry out in my arms, hearing her scream for pure joy as my tongue explored deep inside her.
And last night, when she had me pinned in my clothes, completely at her mercy…
The dreams are too sweet, and they lure me in. I don’t feel sleep creeping up on me, but suddenly, I’m back in the cabin with Lexa all those years ago. Her long, wavy hair is spread out across the pillow like dark clouds, and her pale gray eyes shimmer like stars as she writhes under me.
