"Oh, hold on." He arches his back and hauls out a pistol, which he lays on the floor near to hand, and then another. And then digs in his pockets and comes up with two clips.
"How many clips did you bring, Saxon? Good grief."
"Magazines."
"Huh?"
"They're magazines. Clips are different." He lifts the item in question. "This is a magazine."
"Oh goody, I always wanted to know that. Thanks, Saxon. I can die happy, now."
He smacks my ass. "Sarcastic, much?"
"Who, me? Never."
He shuffles his body to an angle, putting his back to the room with me wedged between his huge hard frame and the couch. The muscle of his bare chest is a deliciously warm, firm pillow. My ear is pressed to his sternum, and I can hear the steady thumpthump-thumpthump of his heartbeat. His arm slings over my hip, and his hand rests casually and possessively on my butt. His breath huffs down my back.
A sense of all-pervading rightness suffuses me. I'm safe. No matter what lies beyond that door, I know I'm safe. The man holding me will, I have no doubt, face down anything and everything that could threaten me and come out victorious.
I'm safe.
I trust him.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My eyes sting. I swallow hard, but the hot lump in my throat prevents anything from going down.
"Hey, you good?" His voice is soft and concerned.
I nod.
"Kinda seems like you're cryin'."
I shake my head.
"You sure?"
Nod.
"Terra."
I reach a hand up and touch his lips. "I'm okay."
I nuzzle closer, inhale his scent, burrow into his warmth. Into the strength of his arms wrapped around me. Snuggle into the safety of all that is Saxon.
"I never thought anything could be better than sex, but this?" I inhale deeply, let it out slowly. "This is close. And it's just…kinda overwhelming."
"Yeah," he murmurs. "I get that."
"I still expect sex so good I reach another plane of existence," I say, feeling sleep tug at me. "I just…I need this too."
His arms tighten. "Weird how you can go your whole life not knowing you needed something until you have it."
"Truth."
I fight sleep. I just want to enjoy this—god knows what's gonna happen next, and I want to savor this.
Saxon's breathing smooths out, and his hold loosens but doesn't break.
