Page 69 of Love Me

“And right now, let’s not make things worse.”

“Fuck, Celine––”

“This is not an extraction. I messed up, and it’s my job to fix this.”

I hang up, only to find Kaden in the doorway, a bottle dangling from one hand and a glass in the other.

“Fancy a drink?”

“You brought a glass for me too? So attentive.”

“Both are for me.”

He stares pointedly at my stomach, and I roll my eyes at him.

“I doubt you have what it takes to get me pregnant.”

“Well, as you didn’t stop me…”

“I was too busy coming.”

“This is not a fucking joke.”

His jaw sets in a hard line. Even when he’s angry, he’s hot.

“If this wonder ever happens, I will take the baby far, far away.”

The vein in his neck throbs. “You would take my child from me?”

“You don’t even want it.”

He slams the glass against the table and says, “Say that fucking again.”

I march over to him and push against his chest. “Stop being all gravelly and shit, you’ll burst a vein.”

“Interesting night?”

“I can’t tell you… because I would have to kill you. So, turn around and pretend you never saw me. I guess your fiancée, and, let’s not forget the mother of your future babies, is still in your bed.”

He drinks from the bottle, his hair falling in disarray on the side. The intensity emanating off him scorches me. He radiates so much strength and power. I back up.

My feet hit the bed, and I drop on it while he trails his lust-filled eyes over every inch of me. My nipples pucker, my core dampens––incapable of controlling myself around him.

The bottle slips from his hand, landing with a soft thud on the carpet.

He crawls on top of me and cages me in. Sporting a crooked grin, that’s equally devastating and sexy, he cocks his head in a secretive look. There’s no escape for me. There never was and never will be. A fact I can deny all I want, but it wouldn’t change the truth.

“I’ve always liked your bed more.”

“Hmm, and here I thought you didn’t need soft things to fuck me on.”

“I have yet to fuck you. What we did on the cliffs was foreplay.”

Why does he say things like that, completely ruining me? I am a captive at the whims of my need for him.

He’s so focused on me. All his attention is directed at me. His beautiful face calls to me, but one moment, I have my hand in the air; the next, I am cuffed to the bed.

He fucking played me. I thrash on the mattress to get loose. Just wait until I get out of these, you jerk.

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