Page 107 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

He grunts in response, but his steps don’t falter.

“You’d fucking love chasing me, and you know it.”

“Maybe, but the only place I want you right now is bouncing on my cock, not running in the opposite direction.”

“Aw, I love it when you get all romantic.”

The moment we appear in front of his suite door, he taps the card to the keypad, and without stopping, he swings the door open and marches us inside.

He doesn’t stop to put me down. He just keeps moving until we’re shut in the confines of his room.

Twisting around, he finally lowers me to my feet, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, he presses me back into the door, the length of his body aligning perfectly with my much shorter one.

His eyes search mine, the intensity making my stomach knot as he tries to find an answer to whatever his unknown question might be.

“T-Theo—”

“Shh.” He presses two fingers to my lips, cutting off whatever I might have said.

“Emmie, I—” He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently before he shakes his head.

Reaching up, I cup his jaw, desperate to tell him that it’s okay. To comfort him. To tell him that we don’t need words right now. But then he tries again and every single thought falls from my head.

“Emmie, I… I love you.”

I suck in a sharp breath, shock at hearing those three little words from him rendering me speechless.

My heart begins to race as our eyes hold.

Part of me wonders if he’s expecting me to say it back in return. The reckless, foolish, romantic part of me that I try to keep buried at all times wants to. My lips even part to do so. But then I remember everything else. It flickers through my mind like a bad movie, and I swallow my response down.

Not now. Not yet, anyway.

Thankfully, he very quickly gives me a reason to push my panic aside when he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me from the floor once more. Securing them around his waist, he lines us up perfectly and I groan in response. Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I drag his lips down to mine.

I might be unable to say the words out loud, but that doesn’t mean I’m not able to show him just how deep my feelings for him run with every move I make.

I kiss him, the ferocity of it being our first and our last all combined into one, and he matches me move for move.

Skimming his hands down my bare legs, he knocks my boots from my feet, letting them thump to the ground before dragging his burning hands back up and over my arse, taking my dress with it.

“Fucking love this dress,” he groans into our kiss. “But it’s got nothing on what’s hiding beneath.”

“Please,” I beg, shamelessly arching my back off the door, giving him the space he needs to pull it off me.

He doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping his fingers around the fabric and tugging it away.

His lips find mine again the second it passes my face, and he discards it somewhere behind him as his hands cup my tits, squeezing with the most dizzying pressure.

My head falls back against the door with a thud, but I don’t feel it because Theo tucks his fingers under the cups of my bra and exposes me, ducking down to suck my hard peak into his mouth.

“Yes,” I scream, my fingers twisting in his hair and holding him in place. Not that I really think for a second that he’s about to go anywhere.

He’s had plenty of opportunities to run, to turn his back on me and cut me out of his life—marriage certificate aside—but he hasn’t. He’s come back time and time again, no matter how hard I’ve tried to push for the opposite.

“Fuuuck,” I scream as he bites down on me, his teeth sending a bolt of pleasure so strong to my clit that I begin to wonder if he could make me fall from just this alone.

“Can’t get enough of you, Hellcat,” he groans, switching to the other side and giving that the same treatment.