Page 166 of Captive Audience

“You’re lucky you didn’t show up a few hours earlier.”

Rook unclasped my bra and then tugged my panties down.

“I wasn’t smelling so fresh before I went out.”

“You could smell like a bear emerging from hibernation, and I’d still want you.” His gaze raked over my body, and he frowned. “You’ve lost too much weight. I’m going to feed you all your favorite foods until you beg me to stop.”

“That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He crawled over me and settled his big body between my thighs. God, I’d missed this. Missed him.

“Big wedding or small?” I asked.

“Anything you want.” He nuzzled my neck, nibbling and sucking his way to my earlobe.

“Since I wasn’t conscious for the first one, it’s gonna be big. Huge.” I dug my fingers into his hair. “I’ll have to talk to Daisy about planning it for us. She’s going to lose. Her. Shit.”

“Asha?” He drew back to look me in the eye. One tattooed hand clutched my thigh; the other braced beside my head.

“Yes?”

“Stop talking, love. I need to fuck you now.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

He drove into me. Hard. Fast. Perfect.

A ragged cry escaped me, and Rook swallowed it with his mouth on mine. Every thrust was brutal and desperate, like he was stitching me together from the inside out. My nails raked down his skin, pulling him closer, deeper.

Then I held his face in my hands. “Say it again, Rook. No more going rogue. We’re in this together.”

“It’s you and me, Wildfire. Until whatever end we meet.”

His words settled in my chest and soothed my soul.

“Now it’s your turn.” He nipped at my lip. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. “I’m yours, Rook. Only yours. And you’re mine, forever. Forreal.”

This wasn’t just makeup sex. It was everything we’d lost and everything we’d fought for crashing together in a storm of heat and need.

And it wasn’t about possession or guilt or grief. It was unstoppable love. Raw and wild and terrifying.

Exactly as it should be.

The End