Page 165 of Captive Audience
I should’ve told him no. Should’ve told him he didn’t get to come back after months of silence and unravel me with a few endearing words.
I should’ve made him crawl farther, wait longer, beg harder.
Except I could see it, the truth etched into every tired line of his face. The anguish carved into his expression. The raw edge in his voice.
And God help me, I still loved him.
Even in the moments I’d hated him.
My knees gave out, and I sank down in front of him, our bodies so close I felt the tremor running through his chest. My fingers trembled as I cupped his face.
“You stupid, impossible man.” Tears burned my cheeks. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
The laugh that burst from him was half sob, half relief. He slipped the ring onto my finger, then crushed me to him. His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was desperate and reverent all at once.
Rook stood and wrapped my legs around his waist without taking his lips from mine. The taste of him, the feel of him. I couldn’t get enough. His cock was a hard rod jutting against my core. I ground against him, eager to have nothing between us.
“Fuck,” he moaned against my mouth. “I’ve spent so many days and nights dreaming of you it’s hard to believe this is real.”
“Me too. I thought I was hallucinating when I walked through the door.”
“I’ve been such an eejit.”
“You have.”
“Never letting you go again.”
“Rook?”
“Aye, love?”
“Bedroom. Right now.”
He marched us down the hall, mouths fused, bodies pressed.
“I want kids. You?” he asked.
“Sure. How many?”
“Six.”
“Two.”
“Five.”
“Three, and that’s my final offer, gangster. I’m not driving them to school in a goddamn minivan.”
“Deal. I’m throwing your contraceptive pills away tomorrow.”
A sharp burst of laughter erupted from me. “Hard no. We’re having plenty of adult time before any demon spawn arrive.”
He grunted. “We’ll see about that.”
Rook tossed me on the unmade bed, and I bounced.
“Is this a bad time to tell you I haven’t washed the sheets in…actually, I can’t remember the last time I washed anything around here.”
“Don’t care.” He tore my shoes off and ripped my dress over my head. His own clothes came off a moment later.
