Page 102 of Coup De Grâce
So, instead, my lips trailed the slender column of her neck, across her collarbone, and between her beautiful breasts until I settled over her heart.
“For the rest of my life, I will never again make you feel anything other than loved. You have my heart, my body, and my soul until the day I die.” I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her heart and then looked up into her shimmering eyes. “I would rather slit my own wrists than cause you even one more minute of pain.”
“Cash—”
“You are…life. Breathing doesn’t work without you. I’ve tried it, and I’ve been living on borrowed time since I walked out that door. Never again,” I said fiercely. “No matter what, I will never walk away.”
I slid back up her body and crushed my lips to hers, burying myself inside her once again. “I love you. I love you,” I whispered, over and over as I kissed her, made love to her, reminded myself that she was mine, and I was never letting her go.
There was no life without her, and I would do whatever it took to keep her in my bed and by my side from now until I drew my last breath.
Anything less just wasn’t worth living.
Pain pulledat my side as I rolled over and tucked Eva into my arms. Sometime during the night, she’d slipped out of my grasp, but I had been wiggling around so much, it was no wonder she couldn’t sleep against me.
Though I tried to get some shut-eye, I barely got more than a few hours, just as I had since this whole thing began. My brain wouldn’t turn off, and the worry I constantly felt for Eva just wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard I tried to relax, even with her in my arms, the nightmares continued and the thoughts that constantly plagued me ran on repeat in my mind.
Even with her in my arms, I felt like there was a clock ticking down, taunting me with the few hours I might have left with her until my world came crashing down around me.
A soft knock at the door drew my attention, and when it opened, Knight was quirking his eyebrow at me, asking if I was ever going to get out of bed. I gave a tight nod just before he closed the door.
Gently extricating myself from Eva, I slid from the bed, all too aware of just how wobbly I was on my feet. The pounding in my head was something I pushed away as long as I could, but now that I was standing, it reminded me of the severe knock I took to the head.
Hobbling over to the table, I unzipped the bag and rifled through it until I pulled out a pair of boxers, trying desperately to lift my leg high enough to slip my foot in.
“Now, there’s a sight I love to see in the morning,” Eva murmured behind me.
Turning, I shot her what I hoped was a sexy grin instead of the wince I was trying to hold back. Clearly, I failed whenshe chuckled and got out of bed, striding over to me in all her beautiful, naked glory.
“You should sit down before you fall down.”
“Gotta get up,” I said, my voice gruff.
“Yeah, but obviously, bending in that way is not going to work.”
“Clearly,” I smirked, drawing a twitch to her lips.
She pushed me onto the chair and got down on her knees, slipping the boxers over my feet. “If I had a little more time…” she said, her eyes meeting mine.
I was hard in seconds, thinking about her mouth on my cock, but we didn’t have time for that. We both knew it. She batted those beautiful eyelashes at me before drawing my underwear up my legs.
“Up,” she murmured.
I lifted my hips and allowed her to tug them the rest of the way up. I refused to admit that just that movement was a little too much work for me. I needed to swallow down the pain and get on the move before someone else in the Shadow Government caught up with me.
“Pants, mister.” She snatched the jeans from the bag, sighing as she slipped them around my feet. “It’s a shame to cover up this body, but I guess no one else shares the same appreciation for it that I do.”
“Probably not,” I chuckled. As soon as she had them up my legs, I stood to do the rest of the work. Snatching a shirt, I tugged it over my head, ignoring the pull in my side as best I could, but the dizziness that washed over me had me stumbling just a step, giving away the fact that I was not anywhere near one hundred percent.
“You should have FNG look at that wound in your thigh again.”
“It’s fine,” I mumbled, not wanting to talk about how broken my body was at the moment.
“If it was fine, you wouldn’t be stumbling around.”
“It’s not because of that,” I said before I could think better of it.
But she caught on, and she knew there was another issue. Fuck, I should have kept my mouth shut.
