“Danika.”
His voice snaps me from my neurotic pacing and I whip around to face the door. It shuts behind him just as Princess jumps up onto his lap. He absently runs his hand down from her head to her back before shooing her off.
I assess him, making sure he is okay before I rush to him, climbing onto his lap and throwing my arms around his neck, clutching him to me. He wraps his arms around me, embracing me and holding me to him while I sob against his neck.
Thank God.
Finally, I’m able to catch my breath and I pull back, my eyes finding his. I can see a storm of emotions in their blue depths.
I smack him on the shoulder. “Where the hell were you? I was freaking the fuck out. You said you would be home over an hour ago.”
Capturing my face in his hands, he kisses me gently. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I had something I had to take care of.”
“And you couldn’t have called?” I bark, shoving at his chest. “I thought something happened to you. You weren’t answering your phone.”
He frowns and reaches into his breast pocket, removing his phone and glancing down at it. “Shit, the battery died and I didn’t even notice.”
I scowl at him, crossing my arms over my chest as he gives me an apologetic half-smile. He slides his phone back into his pocket and once again takes my face in his hands.
“I’m sorry. Really, I am.”
The sincerity in his voice weakens me and the tirade I was about to unleash on him goes out the window. We are finally free of the Abello threat. “So, it’s really over?”
He smiles and nods, brushing my hair back behind my ears. “It’s really over.” Dragging my head down, he takes my mouth with his. I pour all the anxiety and turmoil of the last week into our kiss.
His tongue slides along my bottom lip, urging me to open for him. Permitting him access, I suck him in as I slide my legs to the side, straddling his hips. The kiss deepens and a low groan emanates from him.
He bites my bottom lip and my clit throbs in response. I grind my hips against his, pushing my core against his erection. He moans and releases my lip with a pop.
My eyes meet his and I see the same lust and love there I hope he can see in mine. I reach for his belt and yank it off. I fling it across the room, a loud bang sounding as the metal clasp strikes the wood floor. He chuckles against my neck and licks his way up to my ear as I work the buttons and zipper of his pants. My hands shake, making the task ridiculously difficult.
Finally, I’m able to slip my hand in and wrap my palm around his cock. He hisses against my ear as I stroke his length, sliding the pad of my thumb across the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum.
“Shit, baby, I need to be inside you…” he growls in my ear and slides his hand up under the t-shirt I’m wearing. His eyes widen when his fingers find my wet core. “No panties?”
I shake my head when he strokes my flesh, his thumb swirling around my clit, causing my hips to buck against him.
Fuck.
“You, inside me…now.”
He moves his hand and I guide the head of his cock inside of me before slamming my hips down, impaling myself on him.
He catches my gasp in his mouth, kissing me deeply while I squeeze around his hot flesh. I rock against him, riding his cock hard. I slam down on him with so much force, his chair actually shifts on the floor. Neither of us care.
I’m completely consumed by him. He is my everything, and I know I can never live without him, without this in my life.
Sliding his hand between us, his long fingers find my clit and I press against them as he rolls and pinches it in the way we both know is certain to quickly send me over the edge. The fire in my core builds and I drop my head back, his free hand finding my breast under the shirt and tugging at my erect nipple.
“Fuck! Yes, baby, just like that…please…”
He groans in appreciation and kisses his way up my neck. I tilt my head down, allowing my mouth to meet his as the inferno rages inside me, about to explode.
One more twist of my nipple and my orgasm slams into me, my entire body rolling and bucking uncontrolled on his cock. My walls squeeze against him. He curses and drops his forehead against mine as he comes, pulse after pulse of heat coating my core.
I collapse against him—wrung out emotionally and physically. Our panting breaths mix until I can’t tell what’s his or what’s mine. The aftershocks of my orgasm cause random muscle spasms and shakes in my body. His arms surround me and he kisses me gently.
“I love you, baby. I’m so sorry I worried you.”
The reminder of my earlier anger registers and I pull away from him. “Yeah, where the hell were you, anyway?”
He grins and mischief sparkles in his eyes.
“What?” I ask, my annoyance growing at his seeming nonchalance regarding my earlier distress, caused solely by him.