Everything felt surreal like I would wake up at any moment and find this all to be a dream.
Please don’t let me wake up.
I want to stay here forever.
He eased me down, and my feet touched the ground, reality gradually seeping back in. We could manage to forget it for a short while, but there was no way to escape it. No matter how tangled up we got in each other, it would always come back.
The danger that loomed with the cartel on our trail. And the secret I wouldn’t be able to keep hidden for long.
“Come on.” Noah righted his jeans around his waist and swept me up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up. You need to rest.”
The floor creaked as he carried me toward the bathroom and set me down before opening the heavy wood door.
My eyes widened at the picture before me. The bathroom was exquisite, and I had never seen anything like it. Being a born Whitlock, I was used to the luxuries of wealth. Five-star hotels, luxury yachts, tropical island vacations. But this…this was something else.
I craned my neck and looked up at the log cathedral ceiling adorned with an elegant Victorian gothic style chandelier; its crystals reflected the soft light with an array of rainbows scattered along the timber walls. Below it was an elegant clawfoot bathtub with rolled rim and brass faucet to compliment the wooden cabin theme.
“This is beautiful,” I whispered, glancing at Noah.
He smirked and took off his pants. “I told you, you’d like it.”
A simple antique sink stood in the corner, a thick, black-framed mirror above it. The heavy white drapery with crystal tiebacks hung at the sides of the large window, the area open and light.
The rumble of steel pipes disrupted the silence, and Noah stepped into the walk-in shower, water cascading over his head and down his naked body. Muscles defined him, his back rippled and carved as if made of stone, his ass firm and fucking perfect. The water that slipped down his back made the tattoo on his lower right side come to life. It enhanced every intricate line, the flock of birds escaping the shattered bullet seemed to move with the motion of his arms as he rubbed the water from his face.
How could I not stand there and shamelessly admire the magnificence that was Noah Alexander?
“You going to stand there and perv, or get in here and join me?”
“Who says I’m perving?”
“I can practically feel your eyes burning into my back.” He turned and faced me, his skin slick with water, shoulders broad, chest ripped, and cock hard.
My lips parted, and desire bloomed anew between my legs.
He slanted a brow. “My cum is still dripping from your cunt, yet you want me to fuck you again.”
“It happens when you make me go weeks without you.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.
“Don’t even joke about it.” I got into the shower with him and closed my eyes, the warm water lapping against my cold flesh. The earthy smell of argan oil blended with shea butter wrapped its relaxing scent around every muscle as Noah lathered the soap down my back.
“Don’t ever leave me again.” The plea rolled from my mouth before I could even finish the thought.
There was a split second of a pause as he ran the sponge across my skin, a split second of silence followed by no response at all.
I turned and looked up at him, his expression unreadable, but his eyes gave him away with the lack of a promise. “I’m serious, Noah.”
“I know.”
“Then promise me.” Steam swirled around us.
“You know I can’t do that.”
My heart hiccupped and I tilted my head toward his hand as he touched my shoulder.
“We don’t know what’s going to happen, and I don’t want to make you any promises I can’t keep.”
I placed a palm on my belly, thinking of the life growing inside me. Would he say otherwise if he knew that I carried his child? Would he promise to stay then? And if he did…would it be because he wanted to, or because this baby left him no choice?