Page 64 of Her Captivated Hero

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Riya sat backand listened to her radio about someone dancing on their own. She used to feel that way, and instead she had an over-protective male who was going to be opening her car door any second.

Gray knocked on the window, and she unlocked her door, and he opened it.

“I like that your car was locked,” he said as he took her hand and helped her out of the car.

“What’s another word for over-protective?” Riya started walking with him up the path to her house.

“Caring?” he suggested.

She leaned against his side. When they got to the door, she fished out her keys and handed them to him. What was the point of fighting him on this? It was important for him to unlock the door and check her house. He went in and dealt with the alarm.

As soon as the door was shut behind them, he pulled her into his arms.

A slow burn had been building all day while she’d watched him at the O’Malley’s. Who was she kidding, it wasn’t watching him, it was the way he cared for her. He made her feel cherished.

“I need my kiss,” he rasped out.

“So who’s stopping you?”

She loved teasing him.

He slanted his mouth over hers, and magic sparkled all around them. Her hands slid up his chest, kneading his hard muscles, reveling in his strength. He pulled her even closer, so that she was trapped. She didn’t care, because his kiss had gone from a storm to a hurricane, ripping away all sense. Gray’s hand was tangled in her hair, guiding her head so that her mouth was exactly where he wanted it.

Having Gray in charge aroused her. All of her erogenous zones flared to life. She squeezed her legs together to stop herself from squirming, but nothing could prevent the flame of heated response that gathered at her core.

Did he just bite my lower lip?

“Come back to me,” he demanded. Then he pressed stinging kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck.

Einstein tried to push himself between them, meowing his need for attention.

“Nope,” Gray said looking down. “She’s mine. You get her most of the time. Tonight she’s mine.”

Didn’t that sound nice? Actually a whole lot better than nice. It sounded absolutely wonderful.

“Did you go away again?”

“Hmmm?” What was he talking about?

Gray was looking at her weird. He was waiting for her response.

“No, I was just thinking how I felt about your usage of the word ‘mine’.”

Gray winced. “And? What was your conclusion?”

“I liked it.”

He backed her up against the hallway wall, hands on either side of her head. “That’s good. Because you are. You’re mine.”

She had to tilt back her head to look at him. “What do I get to call you?”

He took his time answering. He moved one of his hands to cup her cheek, his rough thumb slid along her lower lip, sending shivers coursing through her body. “What do you want to call me? What do I mean to you?”

She’d been going to repeat back the word ‘mine’. But then he asked that follow-up question. She hadn’t quite anticipated this. Then, intellect melted into emotion, wave after wave of exquisite memories coursed through her body. She trembled with need, with passion but most of all, with love.

“You’re my lover.”