“You need to get some rest, Kathryn,” Greyson said. “It’s been an exhausting day for everyone. Now, I’m going to head home and prove to my wife that I am not dead. Silly, some things women worry about, am I right?” He smiled at his own joke but no one else laughed. Too much had happened. Too much blood had been spilt.
All because I couldn’t stay where I knew it was safe. All because I was too damn scared to talk to Janson about my feelings. About the baby.
I got out of the car and so did Janson, but the whole time, he was staring at me. Not saying a word, just staring. I knew what I’d done was going to cause him to read me the riot act. Hell, I was already screaming at myself in my own head. I could’ve lost everything.
“Upstairs. Now,” he commanded. His nose flared and his jaw clenched.
f*ck
. He was so hot. Even when he was angry. Janson grabbed my arm and pulled me into the building.
“Ow, you are hurting me,” I said, but one look from him shut me the hell up.
“You really want to get into this right here? Right at the f*ck
ing bottom of these stairs for everyone to hear? You want me to scream about how stupid you were and how worried I was?”
I shook my head. He was pissed as hell and I couldn’t be surprised. I knew from the look in his eyes when he held me that I wasn’t going to just get off without a warning. I’d put myself in danger, put him in danger. And I deserved this.
I let him drag me into the elevator and up the stairs until we were to our front door. He looked like a steel trap ready to spring open.
I expected it as soon as we got into the damn condo. He threw me into the room and glared at me.
“Why in the hell would you do that? Why would you risk this, us?”
“I didn’t think, I was being stupid. I wanted to get away. I wanted to breathe. I thought about going back to Chicago, playing my music. Being alone.”
“Do you want to be alone?” he asked.
“No, I want you. I just want to know that you want me, too, Janson.”
“Are you kidding me? Do I want you?” Suddenly he was there, grabbing me. Holding me close. “Do you have any idea what you did to me? All the pain that you caused? All the hurt. I was so scared, Kat. So scared that he got you. You have no idea how worried I was. What if they killed you? Of course I want you. I love you.”
All of that came out in a stream of emotion and I knew it wasn’t just his anger talking. He was scared. Even now, he was scared.
“I wasn’t thinking. I was overwhelmed. All of this, it’s so much, Janson. I just didn’t think.” I could feel the tears, the ones I’d held in for so long they were about to overflow.
“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just so angry. It could’ve been you. It could’ve been. I don’t want you to have to see any of this. I don’t want you to have to witness this world, baby.” He kissed my temple and held me close. “Now that you are going to have my baby,” he growled, “I need to make sure you stay that way.”
“Are you really going to go through with all of this?”
“What are you talking about? We didn’t do anything, sweetie. You did it all and nothing is going to stop it, but that isn’t what I want to focus on now.” He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up towards him.
“Right now, I want to show you just how much I love you, and how much I want you. You’re everything to me.” His voice was heavy with emotion. “You are mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”
I nodded. Janson dipped down and kissed my lips. His bottom lip was quivering. A weakness. Janson was showing me his vulnerability and I couldn’t help but be intrigued. He was handsome as hell and the strongest man I’d ever known.
“Did you really think you could just leave me?” he asked as he laid me down onto the bed.
“No, I didn’t think. I didn’t even consider the truth,” I answered. The truth was that I loved him. That I needed him. I couldn’t be with anyone else. “I don’t even know what I was thinking, but I love you.”
“You are mine.” The tone of his voice sent chills up my spin. “Say it,” Janson growled, an anger in his eyes that was fueled by lust.
“I am yours,” I answered. It was the truth. I belonged to him and he belonged to me, even if I was too afraid to tell him. Too scared to explain how I felt.
He was on me in a minute, feeling up and down my body before unclasping my bra and freeing me before covering them with his hands, and his mouth.
I moaned into him, my body bucking right up into him as I arched my back and rode the small wave of pleasure he was sending through my brain. I clung to him, my savior as he kissed me and nuzzled into me. Damn, I wanted him. I needed him.
“Janson,” I moaned. I felt like it was my eternal plea. I was always calling for him, begging him to take me. I could never get enough of him. Ever.
I could feel the pounding heat between my legs as it told my brain exactly what it wanted.