Page 98 of Mile High Baby

I felt giddy inside. “Is that what you want?”

“I want to be with you. If you’d like to come to London, we can go there. If you want to go to Timbuktu, we—”

“Have you been to Timbuktu?”

He smiled. “Yes. But I was thinking you’d want to stay close to your father. He’ll want you to be close too, especially with the baby.”

“I want to be where you are, but near my father would be nice.”

He gave me a quick kiss, almost as if he couldn’t wait to kiss me. “I will need to go to London to deal with my flat and my office.”

“Will you be gone long?”

He shrugged. “Probably not too long.” His hands slipped under my shirt. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to touch you?”

“Three weeks, same as me. But you needed to heal.”

“You heal me, Victoria.”

I knew what the wordswoonmeant when he said things like that.

“You can come with me.”

“Huh?” I’d lost track of the conversation as his palms were rubbing my nipples.

“You can come to London with me when I pack up. You can work there while I deal with things.”

“I’d like that.”

His smile was brilliant, like I’d given him a gift. “Good. Now.” He lifted me up and carried me to bed. “I hope you don’t have to return to work because I have a lot of time to make up for.”

I had a ton on my to-do list, but nothing was more important than him. “You’re sure you’re well enough?”

He stood by the bed and undressed. “I’m well enough, though you might have to do all the work.”

I undressed then held my arms out. “Let me take care of you.”

He lay with me, rolling until I was on top. I used my fingers to trace the remnants of bruises and burn marks on his body. I couldn’t stop the guilt that he’d been hurt because of me.

“Hey?” He took my hand, bringing it to my lips. “There’s no permanent damage.”

That wasn’t true. His hand would be permanently scarred and deformed. I looked at him, feeling sad and grateful all at once.

He levered up, slipping his left hand round the back of my neck. “Kiss me, Victoria.”

I smiled and gave in to the love. I kissed him, turning the heat up to scorching.

He growled as his hands gripped my hips. “My fucking hot lady.”

Soon, I was lost in sensations. His touch. His taste. His words of love. How did I get so lucky?

He lay back, and I rose over him, needing to feel him inside me. I sank down, letting out a long sigh as his body filled me. I’d known we were together the day he came to my apartment, but at this moment when his body joined with mine, I finally felt my heart fuse back into place. It was like I needed to feel the physical sensation of our souls joining.

“I love you, baby.” His hands gripped mine as I rocked over him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, did you know that?”

“You’re biased.”

“That doesn’t make me wrong.”