understand his caution, but if he was part of the Sons London, he would be in the kill room already, strung up, knives slicing over his skin. Fury would have pulled every inch of information out of him, one cut at a time. Omen seems a more cautious man, and I understand him wanting to be sure, but I’m twitchy waiting.
“What are you thinking about?” Amy asks.
I stroke my fingers down her arm as she snuggles against my side. “You and how fucking beautiful you are.”
She laughs. “I probably look a hot mess right now.”
I kiss the side of her head. “Ain’t nothing a mess about you, babe, but you are fucking hot.”
Her fingers trail over my side, moving in an arc over my belly too. “What were you upset about when you came over?”
“Nothin’.”
“You said you needed me,” she presses.
“Just a shitty day, Ames. Ain’t worth even talking about. You made it disappear.”
I kiss her again, hoping to get her off this track. I’m not one to spill club secrets in bed. Being in the forces, I learned a long time ago how to keep my mouth shut, but she makes me want to give her everything.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” she tells me, and I shrug.
“Happens. You want me to leave?”
She glances up my chest at me. “Leave?”
“Well, babe, way this is going we’re going to be waking up next to each other. You don’t want that to happen, now is the time to say.”
Her head shakes. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“Need to take care of the condom and clean up.”
Reluctantly, I pull free of her and head into the bathroom. I wash my dick and take a piss. When I step back into the room she hasn’t moved from the bed and is still lying there, laid out for me. I want to fuck her again, but she looks like she’s exhausted.
Amy comes up on her elbows and peers at me, her eyes soft.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Going at my pace, letting me be in control. I don’t think I would have been able to do that if you hadn’t.”
I walk over to the end of the bed and pull her into my arms. “Babe, you’re fucking stronger than you know. That shit that happened with your boss doesn’t define you, doesn’t rule you.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I just never thought I’d be able to trust a man again.”
“I’m glad you trusted me.”
I pull her up from the bed and into my arms, kissing her until we’re both breathless. “Clean up and come back to bed. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her eyes turn molten at my words and I see the greedy desire in them. I don’t blame her. I feel the same way about Amy. I want her to myself and I want to fuck her senseless every chance I get.
She disappears into the bathroom and I fix the covers on the bed while she’s gone. I don’t bother pulling my boxers back on as I climb under the blankets and wait for her.
She takes a little while, but when she emerges, her face is fresh, the day’s makeup wiped off, and her hair is loose. I want to wrap my fist in it and take her again. Fuck, she makes me like a horny teenager who can’t control himself around her.
Her hands fidget as she stares at the bed, and I’m about to let her off the hook, go home, when she moves and climbs under the covers.
“We don’t have to do this if you ain’t ready,” I tell her, meaning every word of it.
“I think that ship has sailed,” she jokes.
“You want me to leave, say the word.”
Her eyes come to mine, dark brown, flecked with gold. “I want you to stay.”
She snuggles against me and fuck, if I don’t love the feel of her there. Her skin is soft, warm and I can’t stop from caressing her as I pull her against my chest. Her eyes meet mine and it’s like she’s wearing all her fucking emotions right there. It makes my chest clog as I see the desire.
“You’re too fucking good for me.” I mean every word of that. I shouldn’t have my grubby paws anywhere near her, but there’s no way in fuck I can give her up either. She’s mine, and now that I’ve tasted her, had her fully, I’m not prepared to give her up, even if it’s selfish not to let her find some good bloke