“Because I didn’t think you’d still want me around,” I whisper to him, not wanting the driver to hear us, even though there’s a privacy shield.
Huxley grips my chin and holds me in place as he says, “You’re not going anywhere. You hear me? What we have goes beyond the contract. To me, the contract doesn’t exist anymore. What’s between us now is real. Is it not real to you?”
“No, it is,” I say quickly. “I just didn’t want to, you know, impose.”
He chuckles and leans in, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to my lips. When he pulls away, he quietly says, “Lottie, trust me when I say you’re not imposing. I want you in my house, in my room, in my bed. I want you on my couch, holding my hand while watching a show you’ve forced me to reluctantly binge. I want you in my pool, skinny-dipping like you enjoy so much. I want you on my roof, feeling the rain bounce off you during a storm. I want you at my dining room table, eating dinner next to me, giving me a hard time for whatever reason you come up with that day.” He lifts my knuckles to his lips and places a soft kiss to them. “I want you, okay?”
The smile that crosses my lips stretches from ear to ear. “Okay. So, no apartment searching?”
“No, Jesus.” He chuckles while shaking his head. “No more giving me a heart attack.”
I press my palm to his cheek. “Aw, you act as if you’re attached.”
“I am. I’m very much attached to you, Lottie. I don’t know how you did it, but I’m addicted. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Good to know.” I nod casually. “Very good to know.”
I glance at him, holding back my smile.
He smirks.
I attempt to play it cool.
He calls my bluff and reaches out to tickle me, causing me to laugh, right before he captures my mouth, placing a muffling kiss across my lips. I melt into his embrace and enjoy him laying his claim.
He’s not the only one who’s addicted, because I need this man just as much as he needs me. I need his teasing, his annoying habits, and his ability to rile me up. I need his caring heart, his blessed soul, and his ability to make me feel safe and protected within the comfort of his arms.
My feelings changed for him so quickly, like the snap of a finger, which makes me wonder, did I always feel like this with him? Were my true feelings just masked with indifference?
From how much I’ve fallen for this man, my answer is probably going to be a yes.
Yes, I do believe I’ve always had feelings for him. I’ve always felt drawn to him. A connection that’s unmistakable. But now I’ve lifted the veil, and I’m able to acknowledge the truth.
I not only like Huxley Cane, but I’m falling in love with him.
Chapter Twenty
HUXLEY
I press my lips to the curve of her neck as her hand glides into my hair.
“Yes,” she whispers, being quiet for once.
My hand slides up her stomach and cups her breast as I continue to pump in and out of her.
I woke up this morning needing my girl. Not because I missed her—she hasn’t left my goddamn sight unless I’m at work—but because I craved her. I wake up every morning craving her, and thankfully, she craves me just as much.
Hard as stone when I woke up, I moved in close behind her, and I can still remember the sound of her moan as she lifted one leg and let me in.
This has to be one of my favorite positions—lying down, fucking her from behind as she rests on her pillow.
“So good, so close,” I say.
“Me too,” she breathes out heavily.
There’s nothing feral about what we’re doing right now, more like comfort. It’s lazy, but it feels so fucking good.
I give her a few more pumps as I feel her tightening around me, and when I know she’s about to fall over, I pinch her nipple, and that’s all it takes with my girl. She screams my name, tightens, and then sends me over the edge as well.
Together, we ride out the wave of euphoria until we’re both sated and breathing heavily.
I don’t move and neither does she as we catch our breath. I casually play with her breast and pull her in closer.
“The perfect way to wake up,” she says, her voice all dreamy.
“Yeah, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”
She chuckles and rests her hand over mine. “I’m lucky that you can keep up with my libido.”
“Are you saying you’re more . . . needy . . . than me?”
“Do you not remember what happened in the middle of the night?”