It didn’t take much to guess what today’s stressor might be-their trip to Philadelphia to see her father and brothers for Thanksgiving. They mostly surfaced when Caden was stressed out over something. Caden lifted his head and pursued her lips, nipping and tugging and sucking until Makenna was hot and needy. Her words unleashed a groan from deep in his throat. How could he not see what she saw-a strong, amazing man who’d dedicated his life to helping others? “Never,” she whispered around the edge of the kiss. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something along those lines, and the sentiment always made the center of her chest ache. “You’re too damn good for me,” Caden rasped, deepening the kiss, his big hands digging into her sleep-mussed red hair, his body coming alive beneath hers. Fourteen years had passed since he’d lost his mother and younger brother Sean in a car accident that had trapped and injured Caden and left him claustrophobic, scarred, and alone, and the memory of it still tortured him. A part of her worried that making a man so marked by loss confront how close they’d become might freak him out. Not because she believed Caden didn’t care for her, too. Something inside her warned against letting him know-yet-just how serious her feelings had become. She’d realized weeks ago that she’d fallen for him, irrevocably and all the way, but she’d never given voice to the words. “I’ve got you.” Makenna kissed him, reveling as she always did in the nip of his metal spider bite piercings against her lips. “Damn nightmare.” Caden blew out a breath.
His arms came around her and he shifted her on top of his broad bare chest, her legs settling over his naked hips. She smiled and shook her head, still stroking the close-shaved brown hair surrounding his scar the way he liked. “Red?” A scowl settled onto his gorgeous face when awareness returned to him. Startled brown eyes flashed to her, not quite tracking for a long moment. God, she hated the way his subconscious tormented him. A beam of early morning sunlight filtered through the window next to her bed, revealing his furrowed brow and clenched jaw. She pulled herself closer and stroked her hand over the deep scar that jagged from his temple to the back of his head. Her heart already raced from being startled, but now it squeezed for a whole other reason. What had woken her-Ĭaden moaned next to her, thrashing against the pillow, a cold sweat on his forehead. Makenna James gasped awake, rushing up from sleep as if being tugged from deep under water. To all the readers who asked if there would be more. To BK and the girls for helping me get it done. To Marcy for telling me I had to do this. To Lea, Christi, Jillian, and Liz for giving me courage. Love in the Light (Hearts in Darkness, #2)Īnd your life is just a storm you’re bravingĭon’t tell yourself you can’t lean on someone else
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