Page 37 of Killer's Obsession
He crosses the room in two strides and tilts my face up with a finger under my chin. “You deserve good days, baby.”
The fire in his eyes makes my breath catch. Then suddenly he’s kissing me, and I melt against him, my hands coming up to rest on his chest.
When he pulls back and stares at me like I'm the sun, moon, and all the stars in the sky, I make a decision.
Tonight, I’m taking back all my power.
Starting with taking a chance on what I want.
Him.
Chapter Nine
Killer
I wake slowly, my eyes working to adjust to the mostly dark room. Only a hint of light is coming through the blinds. It’s still early.
Glancing down, I grin.
Memphis is curled against me with her cheek pressed against my chest and one delicate hand splayed over my stomach. Her breathing is deep and even.
So damn pretty.
In a few hours, we’ll be in the new house.
She’s been excited all week about it. I wanted to take her to see the house before today, but with the shop being busy this week, it never panned out.
The nagging guilt that’s been eating at me all week resurfaces. I still haven’t told her about her father. Or about Nikolai and claiming her as my old lady to the club.
In the eyes of the club, she’s as good as my wife. That’s how things work in our world.
But she doesn’t know that.
I push the guilt down, burying it beneath layers of justification. I’m protecting her. Shielding her from truths that would only hurt her, send her spiraling back into that dark place she’s worked so hard to pull herself from.
She’s healing. Getting stronger every day. The truth can wait.
Careful not to wake her, I ease out from under her and pad into the bathroom. When I come back out, I pull on a pair of jeans and grab a t-shirt from the dresser.
“Mmm, what time is it?”
Her sleepy voice pulls me around. She’s propped up on one elbow, hair tousled from sleep, eyes still heavy-lidded, and cheeks flushed pink.
My cock perks up, wanting to find another way to put that look on her.
Down boy.
“It’s early,” I tell her, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. “Go back to sleep.” She can laze in bed for another half hour before she needs to get up and get dressed.
She shakes her head, pushing herself up to lean against the headboard. The sheet falls to her waist, revealing the tank top she slept in. “It’s moving day.”
“Yeah,” I agree, leaning down and pressing my lips to hers in a gentle kiss that quickly turns into something more. When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing harder.
“I’m excited,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Me too, Pet.” And I am. More than I’ve been about anything in a long fucking time.
When she finally releases me, I finish getting dressed. “I’m going to help the guys load up the van. Take your time.”
