Both of her hands gripped my wrists, staring at me as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. “Why are you saying this…?”
I could never tell her, never share that fact with her even though I desperately wanted to. “I just know…and I want you to know.” My hands tilted her chin up, and I devoured her mouth, kissing her harder than I ever had, like it was the first time I got to have her, the first time she would be mine. “I fucking love you…with all my goddamn soul.”TwentyCatalinaI had no idea what had gotten into Heath.
He couldn’t get enough of me.
He was on top of me, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress, the sweat rubbing against my skin as he moved. He gave it to me slow and deep, his endurance better than it’d ever been. He wanted to be with me all the time these days, didn’t bother making dinner sometimes and just ordering a pizza because he’d rather do this, which wasn’t like him at all.
Christmas had been days ago, and whenever he wasn’t at work, he was doing this.
Making love to me.
He grabbed me hard, kissed me hard, fucked me hard, did everything hard. Sometimes, his body shook when he had me, like the fire in his soul consumed him completely. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth now, the sweat from his forehead mixing with our kiss. Maybe my family’s approval made him realize he would never lose me and that turned him on in a way it never had before. My ring was always on my finger, and I never took it off, even when I showered.
His arm slid underneath my lower back and lifted me, effortlessly holding me while he thrust into me, deepening the angle and making me wince as my tits bounced. He looked into my eyes as he made love to me, as he consumed me, conquered me. We weren’t even married yet, and he treated this like a honeymoon.
It hurt to have him that deep, but I came anyway because the look in his eyes was so fierce, like he loved me more than ever before and that the love had risen to new heights, unbelievable heights.
He tugged me into him, releasing at the same time, our slick bodies coming around each other.
He kissed me when he was finished, kissed me like he wasn’t satisfied at all. It was a kiss full of desire, the taste of his sweat potent on his tongue. When he pulled out of me and got off, he immediately went into the bathroom to rinse off in the shower, like he intended to go to work.
I lay there, feeling sore now that the hormones were gone.
Jesus, I’ve never been fucked like that in all my life.
I pulled the sheets up my body even though I was warm and sweaty. But I was ready to sleep hard.
He came out minutes later and headed for his closet. He slipped on his long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and pulled on his heavy boots. His skull ring was never on his hand anymore, so I wasn’t sure what he’d done with it. He grabbed his phone and slipped it into his back pocket. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He leaned over me and kissed me goodbye.
“Bye. Love you.”
He kissed my neck before he straightened. “Love you too, baby.”
Then he was gone.I jolted wide awake when I heard a sound I’d never heard before in my life.
Like a train had just crashed head on into a building.
The sound was too loud to be something I’d dreamed. My adrenaline spiked, and my heart raced like my life was on the line. It was too extreme to be something I’d just made up.
Then I heard it again.
It was coming from the other side of the house—near the entrance.
I jumped out of bed and pulled on my clothes. I nearly tripped getting into my jeans, and my hair got caught in my sweater when I pushed my head through the neck hole. I snatched my phone and ran down the hallway, getting to the monitor on the wall that showed the camera feed.
“Holy shit.” I covered my mouth when I saw the group of men outside the front door, carrying a large metal cylinder that they banged against the front door, trying to break it down like they were the Romans who’d come to conquer.
I didn’t know what the hell to do.
I could open the garage and drive away, but that seemed too risky. There were probably men waiting for me to do that. I imagined they were here for Heath, or they knew he was gone…and I was alone.
I called Heath as I ran back down the hallway to the bedroom, where the guns were located.
He picked up right away. “I’m on my way.” He was calm even though he knew exactly what was happening on our doorstep. “It’s going to take them a long time to get through the door, so don’t be scared.”