Kylie’s Pov
Roberto could.
Last night, he had done an excellent job of it. It was more than just the orgasms—although those had left her breathless and wanting more. It was the way he held her afterward, as if he could protect her from the darkness lurking just outside their little bubble. For a moment, wrapped in his strong embrace, she could almost convince herself that they were invincible, that together they could vanquish any enemy who dared to rise against them. It felt foolish, a romantic notion that fluttered like a moth around the flame of her heart, but even now, she found herself craving his mouth on hers and the warmth of his skin sliding against her own.
Maybe she’d call him when she got home. The thought danced in her mind, despite the half a million worries plaguing her.
