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bowed her head scouring the sheets. “You have no idea how scared I
was for you to find out about my past, and now you know. I thought for sure all
you’d see is the real me, the broken one.”
“Kayla, you’re not
broken,” he said gently.
She shook her head, and
he stopped her by squeezing her cheeks between his palms. “I wanted to start
over here in America. Cut myself off from my memories. I know that sounds
impossible, and probably stupid, but I was determined to do it.” A breath
escaped him as if he was going to interrupt her, but instead, seamed his lips.
“I don’t want to paint pictures of a future we won’t have.” She swallowed
tightly, and her insides soured. Damn, here were the tears again. What the
heck? Thane gently swept them away as they rolled down her cheeks. “Let’s just
appreciate each hour we have.”
He drew her tightly
into a warm embrace, and buried his face in her hair. She clung to him, happy
for the stolen moments.
Threading her fingers
through his thick dark blond hair, and giving him a whisper of a kiss on his
cheek, she said, “Now, how many treasures can I bring back on a bike?” Thane
raised his gaze to hers, but she didn’t expect to see him on the edge of tears.
He pulled away from her quickly, but not quick enough. “Thane?”
He rose, and turned his
back on her, swiping at his eyes. He cleared his throat. “I’m buying a set of
leathers for you first, and then we’ll head south.”
“Leathers, for one
ride?” It hardly seemed worth it.
Thane reached into his pants pocket, and
cupped something in his hands. “How many hours are in fifty years?” he asked,
kneeling in front of her.
Huh ?
She shrugged. “I don’t know, why?”
“That—Ms. Banks—is how
many hours we have left together.” Spreading the chain attached to his trident,
he slipped it over her head. His gaze burrowed into hers. “You will never take
this off again. I worked my ass off for it, and I will work twice as hard to
prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust, your past, and our future. I have
always appreciated every hour I’ve spent with you, and those to come. Now get
your beautiful rear end off that bed before I change my mind and we spend the
rest of the weekend between the sheets.”
She leaned back as he
came in for a close encounter.
“We only revert to sex
because you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever made love to.” His aqua
eyes commanded her to believe him. “Made—love—to,” he stated firmly. She waited
for his full lips to take what he wanted, but he stepped away, and she almost
scrambled off the bed to stop him, but she anchored her butt to remain seated. Halfway
down the hall he yelled out, “I can’t wait to see your ass wrapped in black
leather.”
Did he always have to
have the last word? “No good, SEAL,” she muttered, but a smile cracked her lips
as she fingered his trident.
“With nothing
underneath except black lace,” he added from the kitchen.
Her boyfriend was getting a little
controlling, then again, when wasn’t he?
* * * *
Standing outside of the
motorcycle shop, clothed from neck to toes in leather, she scanned the street.
They’d outfitted her with a jacket, body-hugging pants, and boots that capped
at her knees. Thane appeared beside her, and his gaze slipped from her face to
drop a few stories to the pavement and back up again.
“Wow!” he said, a
wicked grin tightening his lips. “You are one damn sexy woman, do you know
that?”
She swiveled her head,
at the same time shaking it. A slap landed on her derriere, not hard, but
enough for her to pay attention. “What was that for?” The same hand slipped
over her ass with pleasurable pressure to soothe her as he folded her in his
arms.
“Don’t be stubborn,” he
ordered, leaning over and brushing his lips against hers. He inched back, and
his eyes shot back and forth looking into hers. “I love you, Kayla. I don’t
care if you ever say it
was for you to find out about my past, and now you know. I thought for sure all
you’d see is the real me, the broken one.”
“Kayla, you’re not
broken,” he said gently.
She shook her head, and
he stopped her by squeezing her cheeks between his palms. “I wanted to start
over here in America. Cut myself off from my memories. I know that sounds
impossible, and probably stupid, but I was determined to do it.” A breath
escaped him as if he was going to interrupt her, but instead, seamed his lips.
“I don’t want to paint pictures of a future we won’t have.” She swallowed
tightly, and her insides soured. Damn, here were the tears again. What the
heck? Thane gently swept them away as they rolled down her cheeks. “Let’s just
appreciate each hour we have.”
He drew her tightly
into a warm embrace, and buried his face in her hair. She clung to him, happy
for the stolen moments.
Threading her fingers
through his thick dark blond hair, and giving him a whisper of a kiss on his
cheek, she said, “Now, how many treasures can I bring back on a bike?” Thane
raised his gaze to hers, but she didn’t expect to see him on the edge of tears.
He pulled away from her quickly, but not quick enough. “Thane?”
He rose, and turned his
back on her, swiping at his eyes. He cleared his throat. “I’m buying a set of
leathers for you first, and then we’ll head south.”
“Leathers, for one
ride?” It hardly seemed worth it.
Thane reached into his pants pocket, and
cupped something in his hands. “How many hours are in fifty years?” he asked,
kneeling in front of her.
Huh ?
She shrugged. “I don’t know, why?”
“That—Ms. Banks—is how
many hours we have left together.” Spreading the chain attached to his trident,
he slipped it over her head. His gaze burrowed into hers. “You will never take
this off again. I worked my ass off for it, and I will work twice as hard to
prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust, your past, and our future. I have
always appreciated every hour I’ve spent with you, and those to come. Now get
your beautiful rear end off that bed before I change my mind and we spend the
rest of the weekend between the sheets.”
She leaned back as he
came in for a close encounter.
“We only revert to sex
because you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever made love to.” His aqua
eyes commanded her to believe him. “Made—love—to,” he stated firmly. She waited
for his full lips to take what he wanted, but he stepped away, and she almost
scrambled off the bed to stop him, but she anchored her butt to remain seated. Halfway
down the hall he yelled out, “I can’t wait to see your ass wrapped in black
leather.”
Did he always have to
have the last word? “No good, SEAL,” she muttered, but a smile cracked her lips
as she fingered his trident.
“With nothing
underneath except black lace,” he added from the kitchen.
Her boyfriend was getting a little
controlling, then again, when wasn’t he?
* * * *
Standing outside of the
motorcycle shop, clothed from neck to toes in leather, she scanned the street.
They’d outfitted her with a jacket, body-hugging pants, and boots that capped
at her knees. Thane appeared beside her, and his gaze slipped from her face to
drop a few stories to the pavement and back up again.
“Wow!” he said, a
wicked grin tightening his lips. “You are one damn sexy woman, do you know
that?”
She swiveled her head,
at the same time shaking it. A slap landed on her derriere, not hard, but
enough for her to pay attention. “What was that for?” The same hand slipped
over her ass with pleasurable pressure to soothe her as he folded her in his
arms.
“Don’t be stubborn,” he
ordered, leaning over and brushing his lips against hers. He inched back, and
his eyes shot back and forth looking into hers. “I love you, Kayla. I don’t
care if you ever say it