Page 44 of His Daggered Heart
I quirk an eyebrow in question. “Won’t she be uncomfortable in a chair?” I ask.
“No, it’s like a huge, fluffy chaise thing.” His arms flail around as he panics to ensure I understand she will be comfortable, or maybe he is just nervous that he is going to have her over there for the first time.
“It’s cool, man, I trust you. I know you will take care of her.” His shoulders relax and they turn to walk away. “Oh and, Cora?”
She stops to turn, her arms wrapped around her small body. “Yes?” she questions warily.
“Sleep tight.”
A smile radiates across her small face. “Sleep tight” she repeats.
Levi tips his cap to me as he climbs in the cab of his truck, and then they are gone.
I open the back door, and see Alex sitting silently. Mascara streaked cheeks, puffy eyes and lips. “You okay, angel?”
The cool breeze causes goosebumps on her skin. She lays her head back against the seat. “I will be,’ she says, eyeing me. “I just wish someone would have told me, I feel triggered.” Tears flow down her face. “I was left in the dark, Kohen.”
My heart swells, my throat thickening with emotion. “I know, angel.” I kneel, placing my forehead on her thighs. “Don’t think of it like that. Reroute that thought.”
She turns her body towards me and I pick my head up to look at her. Her hands run through my hair. “I’m sorry for freaking out, I know it felt like a step back.”
I rush to kiss her. I pull her in tight, lifting her body out of the car.
“Kohen,’ she breathes.
I pull back, our foreheads connecting us as I hold her. “You never have to be sorry, baby, never. It wasn’t a step back, it was growth. That was big, big feelings were necessary. Don’t ever be sorry or ashamed. I’m fucking proud of you, that could have gone so many different ways.”
She smiles, kissing me gently on the lips and staring into my eyes. I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist, her warm pussy coming to the forefront of my thoughts.Not now, little man,I try and force my brain to send the message to my cock.
“Are you hard?” she questions.
I shut the door with my foot, proceeding down the walkway. “I want to lie and say no, but I figure we have had enough secrets surface today, so I’ll be honest and say yes.”
She laughs, throwing her head back and it’s the most beautiful sound. It rings through the silent night and I stare at her in awe. She is gorgeous. Her burnt honey gaze meets mine. Love.
“Why do you stare at me like that?”
“Like what?” I question.
“Like I’m the most beautiful girl.”
I smirk. “Because…” I pause as I take her in, making sure she sees my eyes dart to every one of her features. “...you are.”
“I’m a mess,” she says. “Look at me.”
“I am.” I put her down to open the door, the fingerprint pad lighting up at my touch. We get inside and I press her against the wall, careful with her injured foot. “I am looking at you, Alex Monroe. I’m always looking. And even now with mascara-stained cheeks and puffy red-rimmed eyes, my beautiful broken girl, all I see is art, beauty, and the most gorgeous fucking woman on this entire planet. And do you know what?”
“What?” she breathes, our lips barely touching.
“She is going to be my wife.”
She wraps her arms around me, grounding herself in a way she can only do with me. “I love you, Kohen Ventura.”
“I love you more, Alex Monroe, you are my everything, my breath.” I kiss her. “My heart.” I grip her breasts. “My soul.” I grind my rock-hard cock into her. “My pretty, pretty poison.” My hands move into her hair, gripping it as I take in her scent. “An addiction I will never rehab, that I will gladly succumb to.” I nip at her neck, her chest heaving.
“We really should stop fucking like rabbits,” she says, cutting the tension.
I release her, and step back, admiring the raw truth before me. “You’re right. We need rest, it’s three am, and we have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”