floor. “But no matter what I told myself was best for you, I couldn’t force myself to set you free.”
“I never wanted to date other men,” she muttered, her stomach clenching with excitement as they entered the shadowed darkness of her bedroom.
“But how could you know?”
She met his dark, searching gaze, understanding that this was important.
Mika had truly feared that he’d somehow driven her away.
“Because I’ve had years of meeting other guys, and not one has made my heart beat faster or my knees weak.”
She could feel his body heating as his passions amped up.
“And me?” he demanded, his voice thick.
“Feel,” she murmured, reaching to grab his hand and place it over her heart, which was racing with an eager desire he couldn’t miss.
Mika pressed her against the wall of her bedroom.
His hands skimmed up her back, his hips easing forward so she could feel the heavy thrust of his arousal. Sweet passion sang through her blood, the intoxicating sensation making her head spin like she was drunk.
“Tell me that you missed me.”
She leaned forward to press a kiss to the pulse that beat at the base of his neck.
“Every minute of every day.”
“Yes.” He trembled, his silky hair brushing her shoulder as he leaned down to whisper directly into her ear. “Damn, but I need you, little one.”
Dear God, his skin was so hot it felt as if it was branding her, she acknowledged, allowing her hands to stroke over his bare chest.
Tilting back her head, she studied his lean face.
The wide brow. The proud nose. The high cheekbones. And the lush lips that begged for her kisses.
He was so beautiful.
Was it any wonder she wanted to rip off her clothes and demand that he take her?
Thankfully she wasn’t completely lost to reason.
Leaning back, she studied his shoulder.
“How is your wound?”
A wicked smile curved his lips as he dipped his head down to trace the line of her throat with his tongue.
“What wound?” he teased, grasping the sides of her dress and slowly inching it upward.
Chapter Six
Mika swallowed a groan.
But the pain that was plaguing him had nothing to do with the bullet wound. Hell, that’d been forgotten the minute Bailey’s healing touch had stirred to life his ever-ready need for her.
No.
His agony stemmed directly from the rock-hard erection that was pressed hard enough against his zipper to threaten injury.
And the hunger that raged through him like a tsunami.
His hands impatiently tugged up the skirt of her dress so his fingers could appreciate the satin skin of her thighs, his head lowering so he could nibble a path down the length of her jaw.
He wanted to devour her.
To toss her on the nearby bed and take her in a fury of heat and raw need.
Instead, he forced himself to savor each slow kiss, the taste of her beneath his tongue, and the jasmine scent that was filling his senses.
He’d waited years and years to have her back in his arms. And after tonight, who knew if he would ever have the opportunity again?
He had to memorize every delectable moment.
Reluctantly pulling back, he tugged her dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
He hissed, feeling as if he’d been punched in the gut as his gaze slid down the beauty of her slender curves.
Oh . . . hell. He hadn’t forgotten. The memory of her was seared into his brain. But the sight of her rounded breasts tipped with rose-tinted nipples and the gentle swell of her hips always managed to shock him.
She was so perfect.
And his.
All his.
Unable to wait another minute, Mika scooped Bailey into his arms and headed toward the bed in the center of the room.
He heard her breath catch as he lowered her onto the mattress and followed her down, pressing his hardness against her. Mika stilled, preparing himself for her rejection. Her body was soft and eager, but he hadn’t forgotten the past.
She might now claim that it’d been her insecurity that made her flee Valhalla, but he’d spent
“I never wanted to date other men,” she muttered, her stomach clenching with excitement as they entered the shadowed darkness of her bedroom.
“But how could you know?”
She met his dark, searching gaze, understanding that this was important.
Mika had truly feared that he’d somehow driven her away.
“Because I’ve had years of meeting other guys, and not one has made my heart beat faster or my knees weak.”
She could feel his body heating as his passions amped up.
“And me?” he demanded, his voice thick.
“Feel,” she murmured, reaching to grab his hand and place it over her heart, which was racing with an eager desire he couldn’t miss.
Mika pressed her against the wall of her bedroom.
His hands skimmed up her back, his hips easing forward so she could feel the heavy thrust of his arousal. Sweet passion sang through her blood, the intoxicating sensation making her head spin like she was drunk.
“Tell me that you missed me.”
She leaned forward to press a kiss to the pulse that beat at the base of his neck.
“Every minute of every day.”
“Yes.” He trembled, his silky hair brushing her shoulder as he leaned down to whisper directly into her ear. “Damn, but I need you, little one.”
Dear God, his skin was so hot it felt as if it was branding her, she acknowledged, allowing her hands to stroke over his bare chest.
Tilting back her head, she studied his lean face.
The wide brow. The proud nose. The high cheekbones. And the lush lips that begged for her kisses.
He was so beautiful.
Was it any wonder she wanted to rip off her clothes and demand that he take her?
Thankfully she wasn’t completely lost to reason.
Leaning back, she studied his shoulder.
“How is your wound?”
A wicked smile curved his lips as he dipped his head down to trace the line of her throat with his tongue.
“What wound?” he teased, grasping the sides of her dress and slowly inching it upward.
Chapter Six
Mika swallowed a groan.
But the pain that was plaguing him had nothing to do with the bullet wound. Hell, that’d been forgotten the minute Bailey’s healing touch had stirred to life his ever-ready need for her.
No.
His agony stemmed directly from the rock-hard erection that was pressed hard enough against his zipper to threaten injury.
And the hunger that raged through him like a tsunami.
His hands impatiently tugged up the skirt of her dress so his fingers could appreciate the satin skin of her thighs, his head lowering so he could nibble a path down the length of her jaw.
He wanted to devour her.
To toss her on the nearby bed and take her in a fury of heat and raw need.
Instead, he forced himself to savor each slow kiss, the taste of her beneath his tongue, and the jasmine scent that was filling his senses.
He’d waited years and years to have her back in his arms. And after tonight, who knew if he would ever have the opportunity again?
He had to memorize every delectable moment.
Reluctantly pulling back, he tugged her dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
He hissed, feeling as if he’d been punched in the gut as his gaze slid down the beauty of her slender curves.
Oh . . . hell. He hadn’t forgotten. The memory of her was seared into his brain. But the sight of her rounded breasts tipped with rose-tinted nipples and the gentle swell of her hips always managed to shock him.
She was so perfect.
And his.
All his.
Unable to wait another minute, Mika scooped Bailey into his arms and headed toward the bed in the center of the room.
He heard her breath catch as he lowered her onto the mattress and followed her down, pressing his hardness against her. Mika stilled, preparing himself for her rejection. Her body was soft and eager, but he hadn’t forgotten the past.
She might now claim that it’d been her insecurity that made her flee Valhalla, but he’d spent
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