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Every moment together leading up to this point had felt as though they were both shedding armor, trusting each other just that little bit more until they were wide open and accepting of a love neither had felt before.
Luxe smiled against Nathan’s lips, nuzzling the soft beard she cupped his cheeks.
“Put me inside you,” his voice rasped. “Put me inside my woman who loves me.”
Dammit, she laughed and the fog of love was broken. She arched a brow at him. “Behave.” he just gave her that wicked smile of his and gathered her in.
Sex could wait until she had him home.
For now, she basked in feeling his heavy, steady heartbeat under her ear.
She loved him. And he loved her.
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Some beast-like love settled in his chest. Some caveman shit roared to the front wall of his heart. She was his. Fuck. If Grinder wasn’t weak as a damn kitten and harpooned to a hospital bed by wires and drips he would have hauled her across his lap and be fucked down deep to her stomach by now.
Happiness; that elusive drug coursed through him.
“I’m sorry for----” fingers on his sore lips stopped him.
"None of that. We don’t need it anymore. We can't go back and ask what if, Nathan. What if we'd done something different. What if I hadn't stolen from you and gone home with you instead, would we be a couple already with a solid foundation? What if you hadn't pursued me and turned into a chest beating caveman, would you be in love with someone else? Would I be in a relationship now with Patron from my old neighborhood who taught me how to fight?" Grinder scowled.Fucking Patron.Whatever she saw on his face made her smile because she leaned in and kissed him gently, he couldn't grab onto more before she pulled away and left her hand on his cheek. "We don't need those what ifs anymore. We have to remember sometimes the bad is anchored to the good so we can reach what we were meant to."
She was his woman.
Meant for him.
He knew this deep in his gut. Why else had he quietly obsessed about her every single day. She was here, embedded in his skin, no longer a separate entity, she was his heart and fucking murky soul.
He'd pulled some terrible shit to get her and likely would have that guilt of kidnapping her for a lifetime, but he'd use that time to show her in every way possible that he was a man who deserved her.
His thief was a damn miracle is what she was. To give him a second chance and not jail time, she was his miracle. A chance to have happiness in his life, to not walk through the days like his Pop missing the one woman who had destroyed him.
Grinder wouldn't fuck it up. Not again. He'd had his one strike.
Her mouth hovered close, yet they didn't kiss. Those eyes, fuck, those eyes of hers were his downfall, he'd do anything for her, this he knew. "I'm gonna fuck up sometimes." He voiced and found her smiling and her eyes rolled next.
"Sí.It’s a given. But now you have me, kidnapper, to set you straight."
Fuck. Had he mentioned he loved this girl? he connected their lips, a gentle brushing.
"I want you to move in, or we can get some place new, that's ours. Our world, Luxe. You're gonna let me take care of you, right?"
"Yes. And you'll let me take care of you."
Grinder smirked and nipped the tip of her perfect nose. "You can reach down and take care of me now, if you want to."
She slapped his arm gently, smiling. "You had to ruin the moment, didn't you?"
"Fuck. Luxe. I love you." He sighed and turned his head into her palm, kissing it once, twice.
He groaned against her lips. Nipped. “When you springing me from this place? Need to take you home, it’s been a month since I sank my cock inside you.”
Now it was her who moaned. Her body reacting to his dirty unfiltered thoughts. “It’s been a day and you’re staying right in this bed. You said you’d rest.”
They cuddled and shared whispered unused words between them. She tested them on her tongue and he found he liked the flash of possessive heat in her eyes the more she said it.
“You’ve given me everything I never knew I wanted, Luxe. How the fuck do I thank you for that?”
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