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“Tomorrow, we have a wee fight on our hands.” The light of battle shone in Broca’s eyes.
“What’s happening? Tell me,” Sloane, my little control freak, demanded. Broca turned and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Right, on it.” With that, I tossed Sloane over my shoulder and took her out the door and home to my castle, where, for once, she didn’t need to be in charge of everything.
And tomorrow, we’d fight whatever Broca’s battle was. Together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINESloane
Waking up in Knox’s bed was as delightful as I remembered.
Particularly when his hands roamed down my body before he was even fully awake.
Well, one part of him was.
Desire bloomed inside of me, and I slipped across his chest, straddling him and taking him deep inside me, my lips against his.
“Good morning,” I whispered into his mouth as he speared up, his hips lifting me as he came fully awake. Knox laughed into my kiss.
“Nice try, witchling.” He flipped me so easily, while still staying inside me, that I gasped into his mouth, marveling at his singular strength. He covered me, one hand sliding up to pin my wrists over my head, and bit lightly at my collarbone. I hummed out a soft cry of need, arching against him, as pleasure heated inside me, long and liquid and lovely.
It was both thrilling and easier than I had imagined, this beingtogether. For all the aggravation he’d brought me at the beginning, there was now an ease to our relationship that made me feel safe. It was as though he’d seen all the worst sides of me, and even when I showed him the scary bits, he hadn’t been turned off. It was an incredibly exhilarating place to be in with someone.
Not to mention someone as ridiculously handsome as he was.
Not that I planned to feed his egotoomuch.
He teased me with long, lingering strokes, and I arched my back, rolling my hips to meet him, as he hummed against my lips.
“Mine.”
“You’re so controlling.” I laughed into his mouth.
“Only here, witchling. Only here.”
And when we crested together, soft and easy, on a quiet morning with no snow battering the windows, my heart was full.
“I’ve dreamt of this, you know,” Knox said, after, as he carried me to a massive shower.
“Dumping me under a shower when I’ve already told you that I wanted coffee first—”
I glared at him as he pushed me under the warm spray, and then followed me into the shower, closing the glass door behind us. Puffs of steam billowed around us, and I swiped my hair out of my face, annoyed with him.
“I don’t have any of my hair products here,” I griped.
“And this is a problem… why?” Knox slicked his hair back under the spray, and I momentarily lost all meaningful thought as I watched water sluice down the expansive muscles of his chest.
“Um.”
Knox grinned and braced a hand on the wall over my head in the shower. I should hate when he did that, I really should. But there was something about a strong man caging me in against a wall that, apparently, seemed to get me excited. I licked my bottom lip as he angled his head closer.
“What’s the issue, Sloane?” Knox nipped at my lower lip and I groaned. In this moment, I couldn’t quite seem to remember what I was so fussed about, as his hard body pressed against mine.
“Nice, um, shower,” I gasped out as he found the soap and ran his hands down my body.
“I renovated the bathroom myself. I wanted something that fit me. Scotland is too cold for me to be ducking to fit under a tiny stream of water. I wanted dual showerheads, full steam, and lots of room. There’s nothing better after a long day in the cold to come in and warm up like this.”
I had to agree. The dual showerhead was quite nice, the water warm against my back, as Knox took careful attention to soaping my breasts.
