Page 54 of Where She Is
“But what if he turns up?”
His jaw sets as he places both of his hands on either side of my face. “I will deal with him. Nobody will hurt you like that again. Do you know why?” I silently wait for him to tell me. “Because I’ve waited for you long enough. You are the girl I was always meant to be with. Now you’re here, I’m never letting you go. I will always protect you and give you whatever you need. And before you say anything more, I’m listening to you when you say you want to take this one step at a time. Honestly, I get it, but you can’t deny that we work and this is forever. You’re mine now and I always protect what’s mine. There will be no one else for me but you, Han.”
The flush to my cheeks and broad smile gives my guarded game away. I’d do anything to protect him too. I just want to be with him, take care of him and love him. This realisation causes butterflies in my stomach, especially when our lips crash and our eyes close as if to freeze the moment. It’s then I pull back, fearful of the real meaning behind his words. “You won’t do anything stupid will you?”
“I’ll do what is necessary. If you give me your heart completely, I’ll protect it with my last breath.”
I’m emotionally winded as he draws me into his arms and cups my head to the safety of his chest. Now I know I’m exactly where I belong.
Chapter Seventeen
People sayif you sleep on a problem, it always looks better in the morning. That is not the case here. I wake up early, sick to my stomach by the thought of calling Rob. I have to do it before Daniel gets hold of him.
I lie on my side, taking in the perfect line of Daniel’s cheekbone and the olive shade of his skin while he sleeps like a baby. He asked me a question yesterday, and I didn’t give him an answer. He may have let me off the hook for now, but it won’t last for long.
I go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. The scalding water somehow sooths me. As I lather my hair with my favourite shampoo, the fragrant smell of apple reminds me of home as I wash away my immediate worries. I hear the bathroom door, and within a few seconds, he’s under the hot spray. His fingers delicately comb through my golden lathered hair. I need him close. I need to feel his protection. As if he’s read my mind, his arms wrap around my waist as he draws me towards his body. My back leans into his firm chest while his arms cross and his hands cup each hip. I lay my hands over his and arch my arse into his arousal. His lips softly sweep down my neck while his fingersstroke in circles over my stomach, then brush over to my arm. His thumb and forefinger clamp around my wrist and pull my hands up to his shoulders. My fingers lightly link around the nape of his neck. Tiny shots of electricity spark along the crevice of my shoulder when his lips connect with my skin. His mouth works gently in time with his hand, which kneads my breast. He squeezes and rubs my nipple with his fingers while his opposite hand circles my clit. Our slick bodies move together with each jolt of pleasure. I slide one hand down his chest and towards his cock; stroking the tip. I edge him closer to my entrance from behind, but without allowing him access. Instead, I circle the head of his cock there while his fingers move in and out of me. I’m on a high and so close to coming. I try to turn, but Daniel has already made his mind up about how this will play out. He holds me to his front, and I naturally arch into him. I sense theloss of his touch when his fingers slide away, but then he grabs my hips and with one hard, powerful thrust, he fills me. I won’t last for any length of time after this. His rhythm increases as our bodies slap a heavy beat. The tide in my stomach tightens before a wave of ecstasy washes over me. Only a moment later, Daniel reaches his climax. He cries out with thrusts that are sharp and slow. We slump against the cold tiles. Our panting breaths are hard and fast. It takes a minute to catch them, but Daniel doesn’t want us to part. Firmly inside me, he kisses away any doubts I have about us being committed to one another. Drawing my body up close to his chest, Daniel kisses behind my ear, which is a sensitive spot. I giggle when I gaze up, give him a side-eye glance and a kiss to his cheek. “What an incredible start to the day.” He pulls out of me, turning my body to face him, but not letting me go. “It is.” He has a cute smirk on his face. “We could shower together every morning if you lived here.” I smile as he wraps a huge white fluffy towel around me. “I realise you have a lot on your mind, but please give it some serious consideration?”
I nod up at him. I’m glad he doesn’t press me on the subject too much.
Today I could do with another power boost, so I’m in my slim fitted navy-blue shift dress with heels to match. My long blonde locks are loose, although I’ve given them a slight curl with the tongs. Daniel’s enthusiastic wolf whistle sets my face on fire initially until I fully take him in. My handsome man is strictly business in his charcoal grey suit, white shirt, and a grey and navy striped tie. I love this sharp business look. A mutual appreciation passes between us as we sit at the breakfast table.
“How do you feel today?” He’s referring to the Rob situation, but I ignore it.
“Amazing, thanks to my fantastic shower this morning.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and his smile illuminates the room.
“I didn’t mean that, but it was bloody spectacular.”
I blush as I glance towards my near empty bowl of fruit and he changes the subject to save my embarrassment. “So, what’s happening in the world of Richard Harvey today? Anything exciting?”
“Not particularly,” I snigger, “Richard arrives back just in time for the board meeting today, but he has external meetings with clients this afternoon.”
“And you’ll be going with him?”
“This afternoon? Yes.”
“Dressed like that?”
“Dressed like what?”
He shakes his head. “Like the sexy English rose you are in that very tight dress.”
“It’s not tight, Daniel.”
“Really?”
I blush. “Don’t be daft.”
“Is Matthew in the office today?”
Now, why does he want to know that? I finish my fruit and go over to the dishwasher to load our empty breakfast bowls.
“Why? Do you need to see him?”
“No, but if he attempts to get into your pants—”
I cross my arms as I turn to face him. “He is not attempting anything. Pants or otherwise.”
His mouth is a tight-lipped line. “Hmm, I don’t trust the bloke.” Why on earth would my gorgeous man think Matthew was a threat? He really has nothing to fear there. I try the shoe on the other foot. I want to ease his mind and make him realise it works both ways. “And where are you going dressed like that?”
