He’s changed since he’s been gone. The kiss he gives me is anything but sweet and gentle.
It’s wild.
Dominating.
Passionate.
He kisses me like he fucking means it, and then he kisses me just a little bit more. He pulls my hair, tugging my head back so I’m looking up at him, and his eyes are blazing like they’re on fire.
“Make sure you know what you’re doing, princess,” he growls. “Because once I have you again, I’m never letting you go.”
Chapter Nine
Cage
Making a mating claim, a promise, isn’t a good idea.
I shouldn’t be making this sort of promise to a woman like Alicia. Oh, she’s perfect, all right, but she’s perfectly wrong for me, and I’m absolutely certain that I’m wrong for her. I fucked up any chance of getting to be with her long ago and this...
I don’t know what this is, but I’m going to take it.
It’s the wrong choice. I know that. She really does deserve someone better, sweeter. Sh
e’s the kind of woman who deserves to be totally worshipped and cared for. She deserves to be protected, and I...I didn’t protect her.
Now it’s as though I’m being given a second chance, though. I’m being given a shot at making her feel loved, and important, and cared for.
And I’m not going to blow it this time.
I can’t.
So I kiss her.
Over and over, I kiss Alicia as though no time at all has passed.
I kiss her with a silent promise, that somehow, everything is going to be okay.
Somehow, we’re going to make this work.
When she pulls away from me, breathless, her hair is a mess, and her lips are swollen, and her eyes are happy, but confused.
“What does this mean?” She asks.
“It means we want each other, princess.”
“But it’s been forever.”
“Did you ever stop missing me?”
It’s a dangerous question: a loaded question. I learned long ago not to ask questions I didn’t already know the answer to. When you ask surprise questions, things that you aren’t quite sure about, you never really end up where you want to be.
Either you get amazing information, something that makes your heart soar, or you find out something you really didn’t want to know, and it’s always something you can’t ever get out of your mind.
But I can’t help myself.
I want to know.
No, I need to.