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“Screw you, Sam. You left me. You left, period, and it’s fine ’cause I understand why ya did but… make no mistake, I will never step back into that shit with you again. I’m done.”
The only man I had ever loved so completely that every wall in me had come down was Sam Kage. And it was because he was strong enough to never break under the strain of being with me. I was a mess and he had been my rock. I needed that, I needed to be able to surrender and just be. But it would sound desperate and codependent if I gave voice to it, so I just stood there silently.
I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him. Instantly, I had gone back to where his touch was like air I needed to breathe.
“You can hurt me a little, Sam,” I breathed against his mouth. My split lip didn’t even hurt. “I already did,” he said softly. “Never again.” And I knew he meant when he left. “It’s okay.” “It’s not,” he said, his eyes absorbing my face. “But I have the rest of my life to make it up to you.”
“He said, ”So, dipshit, when you gonna go get your boy?’”
“I’m not going anywhere this time, J,” he said, his voice so low and sexy, a seductive heat in his gaze, his hands on my back moving over my skin causing my trembling. “I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything happen to my baby. I can’t. What would I do without you?”
“I think you’re wrong. I think, in real life, magic happens every day,” he said, rolling over on top of me, staring down into my eyes. “But even if it doesn’t, who cares? I don’t need a happily ever after, J, I just need the ever after part. The adjective can be whatever. Up and down ever after, sometimes rocky ever after, crazy ever after—I don’t give a shit. As long as you stick around, we’ll just do the best we can, day after day.”
“And baby… don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re not a princess.”
When he held me down and kissed me breathless I thought my heart would stop. But it turned out that beating for Sam Kage was its main function.
keep it to myself. “Let me have it, J. I know you’re pissed that I wasn’t strong enough not to get hurt. It shook your whole world and made you afraid, ’cause you hate the idea of being vulnerable, of having something taken from you.” His voice was caressing, so gentle, as were his lips on my eyelids, my cheeks, on my forehead. “Here you let me back into your life and I almost go and die on you… your heart, that you take such pains to keep safe, I nearly annihilate every chance I get.”
“You know that, without you, I have no home,”
