But not sated. Not done. He could never be done with her. They were just getting started.

“Drake, let me stay with you.”

Let her stay? His head lifted. He could taste her. “I told you, princess, you made a mistake. My life’s not worth living without you. I can’t let you go again.”

He kissed her once more.

“And even if I have to fight Noah, Saxon and that jerk Victor, I want you at my side. Always.” He’d fight every enemy that he had—anyone who tried to keep him from her.

Her lips lifted in the smile that had first twisted his heart. “You don’t have to worry about Noah. He’s the one who told me where you were.”

Well, well…thanks, buddy.

“As for Saxon and Victor, they are my family, but they know you are, too.”

He was?

“No one will stand between us,” she promised him. “There will never be anything between us again.”

His chest wasn’t aching anymore. He didn’t hurt. But… “I don’t want to hurt you.” That was his fear.

“Then love me, Drake. Love me forever and you never will.”

So easy. “I already do.” He loved her more than life. “And I always will.”

Her dimples flashed then, and her smile was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Trouble.

Yes, he’d found it—and he was so glad that he had.