White Knight (Dirty Mafia Duet, #2)(53)

I brush a lock of her wig away from her face. “I want to see you. The real you. No more hiding, Memphis. Everyone in this building can know exactly who you are, and not a goddamned thing is going to happen. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I swear it on my life.”

“Only if you promise me that you know what you’re doing and we’re going to ride off into the sunset, holding hands, after this is all over. Swear it to me, Cannon. I didn’t find you and fall in love with you just to lose you now. I won’t. I refuse to let that happen. I don’t care if I have to follow every step you take until this is over. Do you understand me?”

Her eyes turn glassy, and her voice is rough with unshed tears.

“Don’t cry, baby. We didn’t go through all this to only come this far. You and me have a hell of a lot of memories to make, and we’re going to fucking make them.” A single tear escapes and I catch it on my thumb. “No tears. You don’t need them. Got it?”

She nods and I lower my mouth to catch her lips, diving inside with my tongue, desperate to be closer to her. Memphis’s hands come up, and within a few seconds, the wig falls away. She pulls back.

“One second. Let me ditch the contacts. You’re right. I’m done hiding. I want to be with you as me. Only me.”

“Good.”

She disappears into the small bathroom and returns with those aqua-blue eyes shining.

“I love you, Cannon, and I swear to God, if something happens to you, you’d better haunt me for the rest of my life until I can join you on the other side. Don’t promise me heaven, then put me through hell. I want a lifetime with you.”

“You’ll get it. I’ll make it happen.” As soon as I make the vow, I know there’s nothing I won’t do to keep it.





36





Memphis





Our lips collide again. While Cannon is tasting me, skimming down my jaw and sending chill bumps rising, his hands are busy stripping me out of my blouse and bra.

I make quick work of the buttons of Cannon’s shirt and pants, until we both stumble toward the bedroom and land on the full-size bed.

“I need you, baby. Right now.”

His guttural tone makes me even more desperate for him.

“Let me—” I cut off my words and my lips take a path down his chest as my palms sweep over him. Despite the promises he made me, I have to memorize every bit of his body. Every line of taut muscle and every inch of skin. I’m burning the image into my brain because this isn’t just sex.

This is love.

I’ve never felt as beautiful as I do right this moment, with his hands cupping my curves and worshipping me.

When I finally reach his hard cock, I wrap both hands around it and suck the head into my mouth. His groan is the best sound I’ve ever heard. When the salty flavor of his precum hits my tongue, I revel in it. I take him deep, laving every inch of him, not caring that tears spill from my eyes when he hits the back of my throat.

I want him to remember this for the rest of our very, very long lives together. Maybe it’s the primitive part of my brain, but I want him to know exactly what’s at stake, and cement every single reason he has to be careful and stay safe.

There’s literally nothing I wouldn’t do in this moment to ensure this isn’t the last time we’re together.

Suddenly, Cannon pulls out of my mouth and rolls us both over so he’s on top. “I’m not coming in your mouth. I’m coming deep in that sweet, tight pussy that belongs to me.”

His possessive words wrap around me, and I’ve never wanted to belong to someone more.

No, not wanted to belong. I do belong to him.

And when he pushes my thighs apart and fits his cock against my entrance, I stare up into his hazel eyes and tell him the truth.

“I didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.”

“Me either, baby. Not until I met you.”

With that, he sinks inside me, stretching me wide, and I arch my back to take him deeper. I want everything he has. Everything he is.

Cannon grips my upper arms and lifts them above my head, threading our fingers together as he pounds into me. Thrust after thrust, he hits my G-spot, and the orgasm builds inside me until I’m teetering on the edge.

“I’m going to come. I can’t—”

“Wait. Wait for me. Together. We go together.”

He releases one hand and uses his to lift my ass higher, and he powers inside. His thumb finds my clit and with one touch, I’m lost.

“Now,” he says.

The orgasm tears through me as Cannon roars my name.

“Memphis.”





37





Cannon





I could stay like this forever, still inside Memphis, my head resting near enough to hear her every heartbeat.

But I know I have to get up, and I’ve never resented a responsibility more. Then I remind myself that once this is all over, everyone I love will be safe. That alone gives me the energy to rise from the bed.

Memphis lifts her head to look at me. “Is it time?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s time. Hold on, though. I’ll bring you a towel.”

I clean myself off in the bathroom and bring her a washcloth dampened with warm water so she can clean up.