“No one will ever touch what is mine. I meant that when I said it to you, and I mean it now for our baby. Do you believe me?”
“I do,” she said, tears trickling down her cheeks.
“That’s my Sunshine.”
Chapter Two
CAIN
There were very few moments over the course of my life when I wished I could feel the full range of human emotion. Most of the time, they were useless and got in the way of what people really wanted to say or do, but today was one of those rare days.
I’d been patiently waiting for this moment. The spark of excitement that flooded my body when Kirby said she was pregnant was a rush, and if I’d felt that, then how did she feel?
I watched her face closely. The wide smile, flush to her cheeks, and the rapidly beating pulse in her neck all told me she was excited. Maybe a little nervous, but ultimately she was happy.
Touching that jumping pulse in her neck, I felt the blood under my fingertips.
“What is it like?”
“The excitement?”
She always knew what I wanted to know. It was something else that I loved about her. She’d found a way to read my needs and moods as easily as I could read hers. I nodded, and she bit her lip the way I loved as she thought.
“You know that rush you get when you’re closing in on a mark, especially one that has taken you a long time to find?”
“Yes.”
Wiggling her hips, she slipped out of her skirt and tossed it against the wall where she had once been chained. I knew exactly how many days it had been since I released her shackles, yet it felt like yesterday. The ripped blouse was next to go as it slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. She turned around, and I unclipped the bra but held her shoulders, keeping her in place.
My finger traced her spine and the tattoo that said Sunshine. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and it was invigorating to know that I still affected her with the lightest of touches.
“You can move now,” I breathed against the side of her neck and smirked as she swayed on her feet. She let the bra fall to the ground, and with a flick of her toes, the blouse and bra joined her skirt.
“You know the thrill you get when you create a piece of artwork that is so perfect and beautiful you hate to tear your eyes away?” I followed her hands as she caressed and then pinched her nipples.
“Yes.”
Taking out her clip and running her fingers through her hair, it fell like a waterfall over her shoulders as she shook her head. I couldn’t wait to wrap my hand in those long strands and make her scream my name. From the moment I saw her, she affected me in ways I’d never felt before. That I thought I would never feel. Every move she made held me in a trance.
My already hard cock throbbed in my jeans, and I took a steadying breath. Kirby rose up on her delicate toes, the purple polish that matched her eyes bright next to the dark floor as she stepped toward me like a mythical creature.
My heart rarely pounded hard, but it was beating out of my chest as she snaked her arms around my neck and brushed her lips against mine.
“You know when you take that final killing blow, and the satisfaction and power flood your system?” Kirby whispered.
“Yes.”
“Take all that, combine it, and times it by an infinite number. That’s how I feel about being pregnant and carrying our child.”
“I wish I could feel all of that.” The truth of who and what I was, weighed on me in this moment between us.
“You do, in your own way.” Kirby laid her hand over my heart and smiled. “Your heart only beats this fast for me, and I know you’ll feel the same for our child. I also know that you would protect us at all costs.”
Her stunning eyes filled with tears, but she still smiled as she slid her hand up my chest to grip the back of my neck. “There is no greater act of love than how you will protect us. You will do what others’ ethics and morals would never allow, and I feel sorry for all other women. I’m the lucky one to have you.”
Gripping Kirby’s waist, I lifted her, and she laughed as she looked down at me. The ends of her hair tickled my face, and I smiled up at my Sunshine. “You are the sun in my life.”
Kirby knew what I was feeling with a single look and always knew what to say or do to calm the parts of me that were volatile and unpredictable.