I smiled at him. “Good.”
Take that demon scum!
“Come to bed, Kitten,” Mace muttered.
I quit strumming.
I put the guitar in its stand, took off my clothes, walked to the bed and slid in beside him. I turned to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, cocking a knee, resting it on his hard thigh and putting my cheek to his shoulder. His hand pressed under me, his arm coming up and curling around my waist.
“I love you, Kai Mason,” I whispered into his chest and I found that was getting easier too.
His fingers dug into my flesh.
“Sleep,” he replied.
I snuggled closer. Juno lifted her head and rested it on Mace and my ankles.
I fel asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Even If I Die Doin’ It
Stella
“Stop scratching,” Mace’s sleepy-gruff voice demanded.
“It itches,” my sleepy-grouchy voice returned.
His arm went across his body, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, taking my fingers away from where they were scratching around the stitches at my hip. He pul ed my hand up and pressed it against his chest.
“It’s healin’. You need to keep your f**kin’ nails clear,” he told me.
“Were you this damn bossy a year ago?” I grumbled.
“A year ago, I was too busy thinkin’ about how lucky I was that someone as beautiful and talented as you let me into her bed to be bossy. Now I know you love me, I can be as bossy as I want.”
At his words, my head shot up and I stared at him.
It was morning, early morning, the sun just peeping around the now ever-closed blinds.
Mace was on his back, I was tucked into his side. It appeared we’d slept the whole night without moving. His face was stil soft with sleep but his green eyes were alert and on me.
“You thought you were lucky?” I asked.
“Babe, I need to video you onstage. You could be butt-ugly but the way you move onstage and that f**kin’ voice of yours would stil make me hard. Singin’ or talkin’, it doesn’t matter. Your voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” Uh… wow.
Did he just say that?
“Seriously?” I breathed.
He grinned and rol ed into me. “Seriously,” he said and went on. “Lucky for me, you also got great hair, great eyes, great legs and an unbelievable heart-shaped ass.” As if to prove his point, his hand slid over my ass and his face went into my neck as he pressed me to my back.
Then he muttered, “Stil , I’m inside you and I hear that throaty f**kin’ voice of yours beggin’ me to f**k you harder, I swear it takes everything I got to keep control and not come.”
I wasn’t sure but I thought I had a smal orgasm just listening to him.
I decided to switch topics before I lost what little control I had. “Just because I love you doesn’t mean you can boss me around.”