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“Shh, baby. I’m taking you home,” he whispers in my ear.
I force my eyes open and peer into his. “Are you okay?”
“I’m with you, so that’s a yes,” he says, and continues to carry me out. The night sky is filled with stars, and the moon shines brightly down on us. One star is particularly bright. “Stop. I need to make a wish.”
“Sunshine—”
“Please,” I plead. He stands still, and I lift my hand to the sky, pointing to the twinkling light above. “Heavens above, keep Drifter, the Redemption Riders, Simon, and me safe from whatever my father has planned tomorrow night.”
“All we’re doing is keeping McGrath busy so that Hawk can deliver the evidence and finish what we started.” He continues walking me into the house and goes straight to my bed. “Sleep, Sasha. We’ll talk in the morning.” He kisses my forehead, pulls the cover over me, and saunters back out. I can hear him checking the locks and turning on the security panel.
I’m so tired that I’m almost asleep before I feel Drifter climb in next to me. He spoons me; his muscular arm cocoons me close. I let out a sigh, feeling his lips on my temple.
“We’re almost there, babe. We’re going to live free,” I hear him say as sleep takes over.
The next morning…
I wake with an empty spot next to me. Drifter is already up and moving about. I hear his low voice in the other room, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I glance at the bedside table where my alarm clock sits. Damn! It’s later than I thought. Then again, it was late into the night before Etain and I passed out at her place, and later still when Drifter carried me home.
Drifter’s footsteps pace back and forth. He’s clearly fully engrossed in his conversation. I take this time to get ready for the day ahead, and what a day it’s going to be. Well, more like, what a night it’s going to be! Drifter’s already on edge, and it’s my job to keep him calm. And at the same time, keep myself calm.
The warm water flowing over my skin relaxes my muscles. I make a conscious effort to let go of the apprehension I’m holding in my gut. I take deep breaths and visualize the water washing away the tension. Lots of people believe meditation is hokum. That’s their privilege. For me, it’s been an amazing way of centering my mind and body. Clearing my head of the noise around me allows me to make good decisions.
The shower door slides open, causing me to shriek in surprise, only to find Drifter stepping into the shower to join me. He plasters his chest to my front, his arms tightening around me. His mouth closes over mine before I can utter a word. This tells me everything Drifter is feeling.
Drifter’s kiss is long, slow, but intense with meaning. Our mouths meld together in unity, need, passion, and, most of all, love. His kiss fills me with excitement, and it declares what we feel for one another, and at the same time, it’s desperate and wanting. When Drifter tears his mouth away, we’re both gasping for air, but I pull his head back down because I crave more.
He acquiesces immediately, as always, giving me what I need. Drifter makes it his mission to take care of me. Eventually, our lips separate, and, still holding me with one arm around me, he manages to grab the shampoo bottle and squeeze the strawberry-scented liquid in my hair. Then, lovingly, his hands move through my tresses, massaging my scalp, while his lips drop butterfly kisses on my lids.
This goes on for a while before I find myself shuffled back, under the sprinkling water, to rinse the soapy suds away, and then doing the same with the conditioner. I let him do what he likes, and when he’s done, I reach for the soap, but Drifter takes my hand and puts it on his chest.
“Let me look after you,” he says, and his eyes tell me that he needs to care for me.
“When do I look after you?” I whisper.
“You do. Whenever we’re together, you take care of me. Today, I need to see to you,” he utters quietly. “Do you understand me?”
I can’t say that I do, completely. But that doesn’t matter. I nod anyway, because Drifter needs this, and I want to give him everything. His lips find mine, and his hands roam my body, lathering and washing me clean.
Every touch is so beautiful that I want to cry. Happiness swells inside me. I would freeze time to live in this moment forever. I’m not sure there will ever be anything that could compare to the love I feel for this man. My man.
Drifter lifts me off my feet, my legs circle around his waist immediately, and my hands grip his massive shoulders. He slides his cock inside me. Tears flow down my cheeks because we are one. Two people, but in this moment, our hearts and souls are connected. His gentle lovemaking is not something I would have imagined possible, and yet, Drifter cares for me as if I’m a precious gem.
“Handsome,” I moan.
“Gotta come, sunshine. I can’t hold off much longer,” he grunts, his hands at my ass, lifting me up and down over his massive cock. God, he feels so good. I want to make it last, but I’m beyond the point of no return.
I lean back, keeping him deep inside me, and allow myself to free-fall and ride my orgasm as he sucks in a breath, then lets out a groan. I feel him swell inside me as he comes to his own climax. Drifter drops me to my feet, still holding me. My legs feel as wobbly as a newborn fawn’s. Drifter shuts off the water, grabs towels and wraps one around me, then steps us both out, and guides us back to the bedroom.
I sit on the edge of the bed; Drifter bends to meet my gaze. “Get dressed, sunshine. I’m going to fill you in on everything, but I want to feed you first.”
“Okay.”
Drifter is quick to dress and leaves me to dress. I hurry to blow-dry my hair and dab my lips with a light gloss. I want to hear what Drifter has to say.
I appear in the doorway, and immediately Drifter’s gaze finds me. He holds out a hand. I go to him, and he kisses me.
“You have the sweetest lips. The sweetest kisses,” he murmurs with his mouth hovering over mine.
