His thick body covered mine, blanketing me from the chill of the AC vents blowing down on us from above. “If you’re angry with me, you can yell or scream. Fuck, you can even throw hands at me. But you never…” He wrapped his hand loosely—deliciously—around my throat, his voice dropping to a raspy whisper as he looked into my eyes. “Never threaten me with the one thing I cannot bear, Nova.”

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, my voice shaking as my lower body arched up into his hardness.

“I love you,” he bit out, his hand tightening ever so slightly. “I live for you. These past few months have been hell. Today, my soul felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my body, I was so desperate to get to you. All that kept me sane was knowing this is the last time. Once I had you in my arms, I never had to let you go again.” I felt his cock pulsing against my thigh, his jeans barely containing him. “And you threatened me with the agony of having to leave you behind again.”

“Forgive me,” I pleaded, hating that I’d hurt him.

“Tell me you love me,” he commanded, his fingers stroking down my neck to the top of my shirt. “Tell me I am the only one you love.”

“I love you. Only you, Ryan.” I covered his hand and brought it to the center of my chest. “My heart belongs to no one else but you.”

His lashes lowered in pleasure. “Tell me you can’t live without me.”

“I can’t live without you.” Tears filled my eyes. “I can’t. Being away from you has been agony. At times, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe because we were so far apart.”

With a pained groan, he touched his lips to my damp lids. “Don’t cry, my heart. The pain is over now. I’m here to take you home.”

“N-now?” I asked wistfully.

He heaved a hard sigh and pressed his forehead to mine. “I wish, but no. I have to share you a little longer with your family. But only a few more days. Come Sunday, you are all mine.”

“I’m already yours.” I turned my head, my mouth seeking his, but he evaded my kiss. “Please, Ryan. Please.”

I could feel his entire body vibrating with need. “I can’t, baby. I promised your dad.”

“But I need you,” I sobbed.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed, stroking his hand down my side, his lips brushing softly over my cheek. “Soon, precious angel. I promise.”

“No, now.” I tugged on his shirt, my earlier anger returning. “You got to watch me on those cameras, day after day. And I got nothing. I’m still getting nothing. All because of a fucking promise you didn’t even make to me!”

He jerked his head up in surprise. “That’s why you’re upset about the cameras? Not because of the invasion of privacy, but because you didn’t get to watch me in return?”