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Beyond(16)

By:Chantal Fernando


I sigh heavily. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he asks, tone laced with suspicion.

I nod once. “Okay?”

His lips tighten and his hazel eyes narrow on me. “What’s the catch?”

I try and hide my grin. “There’s no catch Dane. If you say you aren’t sleeping with your sexy brothel working ex-girlfriend then I believe you. Innocent until proven guilty, right?”

“Olivia—”

“Until next time Dane,” I say, cutting him off and continuing down the hallway. I hear him mutter a curse behind me, amusement filling me.

Maybe having Dane for a husband isn’t going to be so bad after all.





Chapter Eight




I don’t see Dane again until the next evening when he shows up at my room.

“Can I come in?” he asks, shifting on his feet as I open the door an inch. I can smell him from here, and it makes me want to bury my face in his chest and breathe in.

“Sure,” I say, opening the door fully and allowing him entry. “What can I do for you?”

I didn’t mean for that to come out as sultry as it did.

He closes the door behind him then turns to face me. I watch as his gaze scans my room. I slowly push my bra that I’d thrown on the floor under my bed with the tip of my foot. He sees it, and raises an eyebrow at me.

I shrug. “Wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“Soon we’re going to be living together,” he says¸ as if he only just realized that fact.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

He looks away and sinks his teeth into his full lower lip. “Never said I didn’t want to.”

He was acting a little off, and I wasn’t sure why. “Is everything okay Dane?”

Eyes back on me, he steps forward. He makes my spacious room look small—he has such a commanding presence. Today he’s wearing all black, a tight t-shirt that shows off his sculptured muscles and cargo pants.

Warm, calloused fingers grip my chin and lift. “Something happened today that I didn’t like.”

“Wh-what?” I ask, getting lost in his gaze.

He wets his lips. “I missed you.”

He sounds pissed off over the fact. My eyes widen at his admission.

“I didn’t see you all day, and I fucking missed you.”

His jaw clenches. Nope, he doesn’t like that I’m getting to him one bit.

Secretly feeling thrilled, I’m about to reply when he lowers his head and kisses me. Falling into the kiss, I boldly wrap my arms around his neck, while his hands find my lower back. Bodies pressed together, I groan as his tongue plays with mine. He tastes good. He feels good. Everything about him makes me want more. Is this normal? To want someone so much? I wasn’t sure. He palms my ass, moaning and pulling me even closer to him. When he finally pulls away, I’m panting.

I’m so turned on, I think I will explode if he stops touching me.

“I came to say bye,” he rumbles.

Wait, what?

“Bye?” I manage to ask through the lust haze I was in.

“I have to leave Olivia,” he says, arms still around me. He rubs my back now, in soothing, calming motions.

My heart sinks.

“I didn’t know you were leaving so soon?” I say, dropping my hands.

With a sigh Dane moves away from me, and sits down on my bed and looks up at me. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.”

I remember my dad’s words about Dane and his responsibilities. “It’s okay Dane. You just make sure you and the others come back safely.”

He dips his head. “I will, don’t you worry about that Olivia.”

I sit down next to him. “I have a question.”

“What is it?” he asks, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

I clear my throat. “How come Sam isn’t going with you? He’s one of your top men, is he not?”

Dane bobs his head. “He is. This is more of a personal mission, I guess you could say. I’m going alone Olivia.”

Alone? My pulse races. I didn’t think the thought of him going out there alone. How was he going to survive? And a personal mission?

“Right, now I definitely have no more questions,” I mutter sarcastically, making him chuckle.

“Just something I need to do, and it needs to happen now before more people are hurt.”

“Are you always going to be this cryptic?” I ask.

“Are you always going to be this beautiful?” he counters, pushing a tendril of my hair back behind my ear.

“I hope so,” I reply dreamily.

Damn him!

His finger trails down my jawline, and I think I stop breathing.

His lip twitches at my response. “The second I return, you’re mine.”