Page 196 of Remiss
Her fingers gripped his wrists and he shivered. “Look at me, my love.” She tugged his hands down, but he squeezed his eyes tighter, determined to keep them closed and not discover Megan wasn’t there. “Open your eyes, Christopher,” she coaxed, brushing her lips across his.
He drew in another breath and popped one eye opened, meeting her gentle gaze, her too blue eyes the most beautiful he’d ever seen.
She caressed his jaw. “Hey,” she whispered.
“Megan, you here.” He wrapped her in his arms, inhaling her scent, burying his nose in her neck. Tangled his fingers through her hair, allowing the strands to flow through his fingers like golden silk. “I missed you so fuckin’ much.”
“I missed you, too.”
He took her face between his hands and slanted his mouth over hers, relieved when she opened to him, met his tongue with hers, teasing and tangling.
Her fingers teased the nape of his neck, but she didn’t stop kissing him. Didn’t move her mouth away from his, didn’t care that the kiss was wild and untamed, uncoordinated and raw.
He tore his mouth away, hating to leave her, wanting to fuck her as much as he wanted to love her. As much as he wanted to talk to her.
“I got so fuckin’ much to tell you,” he said, kissing her again. “I want to take you to a cabin for our anniversary. It’s goin’ to be late and after it’s already passed, but—”
She covered her lips with a finger. “Shhh. I don’t mind that it’s late. What’s important is you and I celebrating together. Just the two of us.”
She started to slide off his lap. He wrapped his arms around, afraid if she moved away, she’d keep walking.
She kissed him again. “I’m just standing to grab your hand so we can go to the bed.”
He nodded, breathed in deep. Nodded a second time, afraid to let her go. Uncertain.
“Christopher.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, the dress she wore riding up. She wasn’t bare underneath, but her pussy still nestled his hard cock. “I don’t intend to leave again.”
She knew him so fucking well.
Resting his hand on her back, he breathed in her scent, a balm to his turmoil. “You ain’t intended to leave before.”
“I didn’t,” she agreed.
“That mean you might leave me again.”
“If our marriage gets to the point where it was, yes. And the next time, I won’t come back. I’m not spending my life going back and forth.”
“Megan—”
She lifted herself, kissed him again, then tipped her head back and met his gaze. “Keep your hands to yourself and behonest with me. That’s all I ask of you. Don’t stop being you or Outlaw. Don’t lose your swagger that I love so much. Just remembermeand what I mean to you. Stop taking me for granted.”
“Okay, Megan,” he said quietly. “I understand.”
Smiling tenderly, she thumbed his lips. “You make me so mad, especially when you play your games to get your way. But in all those times, you never disregarded me or disrespected me the way you have been since Jo was born. Don’t do it again.” She lowered her lashes, suddenly so very sad. “I don’t think I’ll ever regain the respect of Digger or…or…Thumper.”
Christopher snapped his brows together. “Thumper? What the fuck that mean? What the fuck Thumper did?”
“We can talk about him later. Right now, I want to be in your arms. I’ve missed you so much.”
Anger roared through Christopher’s veins. He’d already shot two fuckheads because of their comments about Megan. He was ready to shoot every motherfucker who’d disrespected her. Unfortunately, he’d lost Axel’s list.
“Megan—”
She silenced him with a kiss. As much as he wanted to know what the fuck she meant, her touch was more important. He’d find out why Thumper would die another time, when he satisfied his need for her. He could never fucking get enough of Megan, but days without her touch, her scent, her warmth, her…fuck, everything had left him not only emotionally drained but woefully deprived of her sweet cunt.
She slid off his lap before he could stop her. Though he reached for her again, she backed out of his reach, depriving him of her warmth. Was she about to leave him again?
“Megan—”
