She cried out, throwing her head back and arching her spine, her chest plastering itself against mine.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
“Look at me, Sunday School.”
She brought her gaze back to mine. Our faces hovered close enough that we were breathing each other’s air, her breath fanning over my lips. The tension built between us, turning the air electric as I moved faster, giving her everything I had to give.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmured, fighting my own orgasm as my balls tightened and begged for release.
Danielle gasped my name, her body going rigid as her pussy milked me. Her nails dug into my back and her heels pressed into my ass, keeping me pressed against her.
I gave up the fight as my cock throbbed and pulsed inside her and stars danced across my vision. I collapsed, barely managing to tilt to the side so I didn’t land on top of Danielle, and buried my face against her neck, inhaling the smell of wildflowers on her skin. For a long moment that was all I could do. I struggled to pull air into my lungs as my heart pounded like I’d justrun a marathon and my body thrummed with satisfaction.
“I love you,” I murmured against Danielle’s neck.
Her fingers stroked through my damp hair. “I love you too.”
I slung an arm around her and pulled her tightly against my body. The need to keep her close where no one could take her away from me was overwhelming. It went beyond my normal level of possessiveness. It was a gut-wrenchingneed, the kind that couldn’t be ignored.
We fell asleep like that, with her tucked against my chest and my face in her hair, our legs tangled together.
In the morning,I called Miles and asked him to come over. I didn’t want to leave Danielle alone knowing someone was threatening her, and while I had no problem blowing off work to stay with her, I had something else I needed to do today.
Miles showed up while Danielle was in the shower, and I gave him an even more vague explanation of the situation than she’d given me.
He promised not to leave her side until I got back, and I waited until she came downstairs before leaving.
“You’re still here.” A small smile graced her lips as I pressed a mug of tea into her hands.
“I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll try to be back early today. I want to take you to dinner.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“Do I need one?”
“I guess not.”
The truth was that I wanted to distract her, keep her mind off the threats I knew were eating away at her, and I needed an excuse to come home early. Something told me she wouldn’t approve of my ditching on my life because I was worried about her.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear before forcing myself to walk out of the penthouse.
My phone was already pressed to my ear by the time I slid into the back seat of my car.
“Hello, Hayden,” Sierra answered on the second ring. “What’s up?”
“I need you to cancel everything on my schedule today. We’re having a meeting, in person. I can come to you.”
“Um, what? Hayden, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there. Are you guys at home?”
There was a pause and I could hear the murmur of muffled voices in the background before Sierra said, “Yeah. We’ll see you soon.”
Nathaniel opened the door when I knocked, his expression serious and bordering on threatening.
Sierra poked her head around his broad shoulders and offered me a tight smile. “Hey. Come on in.”
Nathaniel scowled, pulling his wife into his arms like he was preparing to shove her behind him at the first hint of danger.
