his sense because Raiden had untwisted some scary, twisted stuff and forced it to make sense, but he did it in a way that it even made sense to me.
It was what he didn’t say that penetrated, dug deep and settled with the intention of staying awhile.
Maybe forever.
As I thought this he watched my face, and I knew he knew when he sat back and ordered quietly, “Now, Hanna, come here.”
I didn’t decide to do it. I couldn’t actually believe I was doing it even as I did it.
I let my legs go, curled them under me, put my hands to the empty seat between us and crawled his way.
The instant I got close he leaned toward me and his arms sliced around me so tight my breath constricted. He hauled me to him, his hand at the back of my head forcing my face in his neck and I felt him bury his in mine.
“Jesus, fuck,” he whispered, relief dripping heavy in those two words.
I closed my eyes, and again I didn’t decide to do it, but still my arms shoved into the cushions of the couch so they could round him.
He shoved his face further in my neck and squeezed tight.
I let this continue because he needed it, and maybe I needed it. Then I couldn’t let it continue because I didn’t need to pass out.
“Raiden, I’m finding it hard to breathe,” I rasped.
His arm loosened.
“Are you with me?” he asked my neck.
Oh boy.
Oh God.
Heck.
“Yes,” my mouth decided for me.
His hand in my hair fisted and he repeated, “Jesus, fuck.”
Grams was right. She always was.
Raiden was dangerous.
And I knew I shouldn’t. She warned me to be careful.
But for some reason I didn’t understand I couldn’t stop myself from being that woman who tried to withstand hellfire.
No.
I knew the reason.
It was because I wanted to know nothing for the rest of my life sweeter than the love Raiden could have for me.
It was also more.
I wanted him to know nothing for the rest of his sweeter than what I could give him.
“I think I’m in trouble,” I told his neck.
“That feeling will fade,” he told mine.
“I think I’m scared,” I kept going.
“That’ll fade too.”
“Just saying, you might be in a little bit of trouble, too.”
His head came up, his fist loosened in my hair so mine could go back and he caught my eyes.
His were still amazing.
The relief in them was not hidden.
He’d been worried.
Raiden Miller was so totally into me.
God.
Grams was so totally right.
How did this happen?
“How am I in trouble?” he asked.
I didn’t tell him what he knew, but obviously, from what he said, refused to do anything about.
That he was damaged and he needed fixing.
I also didn’t tell him I was going to do it.
I wasn’t going to do it because he was Raiden Ulysses Miller, a beautiful boy that turned into a gorgeous man I’d been crushing on for forever.
No, I was going to do it because he was Raiden, a gentleman, a hero. A man who, as a boy, went through terrible things and came out amazing because that was just who he was and he deserved someone who cared enough to put the effort in to fix him.
I didn’t want to change him. What he did was who he was and however that progressed I knew he was the kind of man that I would have to leave that alone.
That would be up to him.
But I was going to right the damage because I cared enough to put the effort in.
Instead, I told him, “I’m totally Peggy Sue, Raiden, and you do what you do and obviously you intend to keep doing it, but you should know I’m going to ignore that and keep right on being Peggy Sue.”
“Thank fuck,” he replied so immediately I blinked.
“Sorry?”
“You gotta know my work because you gotta know me,” he explained. “Now you know it. But from now on, it doesn’t touch you. So you keep bein’ you because that’s you but also because that’s exactly what drew me to you, baby.” He grinned. “That and your long-ass legs and that sweet ass, and, bein’ honest, your great tits and fantastic fuckin’ hair.” I rolled my eyes, his grin got bigger and he kept talking. “But, back on track, bottom line, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I liked that. All of it, including the stuff about my legs, booty and the rest.
So I smiled.
Then I relaxed.
Raiden felt it.
And I felt him relax.
Then he wasted no further