Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,124

anywhere else but here, with you.”

“Are you sure?” She cuddled closer and it was all the response I needed. “Good, because I’m never letting you go again. From here on out, it’s just you and me.” I hooked my finger under her chin and raised her head until her eyes slid to mine.

There were so many things I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment with incessant babbling. So instead, I did what came naturally, brushing my lips against hers, slowly, waiting for her reaction. I stole her breath for my own when she deepened the kiss, her tender exploration setting the pace, annihilating every morsel of doubt I had about our future together.

Epilogue

I barely made it to the bathroom before I dropped to my knees, bracing myself over the toilet and expelling the two pieces of toast I’d managed to get down not a half hour ago. I’d been sick for the past week, chalking up not feeling well to another round of bad luck, physically wise. The past year I’d gotten sick more times than I had in the past ten. Both my physician and my psychiatrist, Dr. Wilen, a colleague Dr. Rapport referred me to, said I was still experiencing stress, which made me more susceptible to illness.

I’d taken up meditation, yoga, and even jogging as a means to flush out any anxiety that built up, and while I felt better as the days flew by, and miles away from where I started after the attack, I still had a long journey in front of me, one I was optimistic about because I had the love and support of a wonderful man. Someone who had just walked into the bathroom. Luckily, I managed to get back on my feet. I didn’t want him to see me with my face buried in the toilet.

“Don’t tell me you’re sick again.” His tone was sympathetic and all I wanted to do was crawl up his large frame and nuzzle into him. Brick always knew how to make me feel better, offering me comfort whenever I needed it, no complaints, no hesitation.

Staring at my reflection, I looked a mess. A few strands of my hair were plastered to the side of my flushed cheeks, my stomach rolling for the second time in ten minutes. Pulling in controlled breaths, I released the air from my lungs slowly, hoping to calm the nausea. So far, so good.

Brick appeared behind me in the mirror, his eyes filled with concern as he gathered my mass of hair into his hands and moved the locks over my shoulder, the tickle of air on my neck making me feel better, not so overheated.

He turned me toward him and rested the back of his hand against my forehead. “You’re warm.”

“Really?” I asked sarcastically, smiling when he frowned at my snippiness. “Sorry. I don’t feel good, and if this is how it starts, I’m in for a treat.”

“How what starts?” Brick tilted his head, moving his hand from my forehead to my cheek, checking my temperature again even though he already knew I didn’t feel well. He gathered me in his arms and held me close, kissing the top of my head. “How what starts?” he repeated, and it was then I realized my verbal blunder.

The motion of his hands gliding over my back soothed me, and I didn’t want it to end, so I held my response on the tip of my tongue, swallowing repeatedly and taking deep breaths to calm another wave of nausea.

“Zoe?”

“Hmmm...” I murmured against his chest; the subtle hint of his aftershave mixed with the leather of his cut doing things to my awakening libido. It had taken a couple months after I came back to him for us to move to the next step of us being intimate again, but once we were, a piece of me that I thought had died had sprung back to life. Since then, we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other, much like it was in the beginning, our attraction toward each other stronger every day.

Brick pulled back to look at me but didn’t sever our embrace. “You gonna tell me what you meant by that or do I have to guess?” The arch of his brow made my stomach flip, and not in the bad way.

There was something I needed to tell him, and it seemed like now was as good a time as any. “Do you remember