Spent (Wrecked #2) by Charity Parkerson

but she loved him. When he looked at her, the way he did now, she had a hard time picturing him tormenting the souls of the damned. Perhaps she simply loved him enough for both of them. Taking her hand in his, Sol brought it to his mouth and placed a kiss on her knuckles. His gaze never left hers. Her fingers tingled. A ring of gold appeared on her left hand. Bailey gasped at the sight.
    “I want my name on your tongue.”
    Confusion filled Bailey at his choice of words. “What?”
    “When the Ferryman comes for you, I want him to know exactly where he should take you.” Leaning in, he brushed his lips over hers. “I am one of the few immortals who has a last name to pass to you. I beg you to take it, Bailey Leanne Angelo.”
    Bailey held him tighter as she whispered her name against his chest. “Bailey Leanne Angelo.”
    No sooner than the name left her lips, Bailey found herself on her back. Sol hovered over her. His features shimmered, seeming less human than before. A tiny voice inside her head whispered she should be terrified. She wasn’t. Sol’s lips brushed hers. Bailey moaned. Heat spread through her.
    “I promised you’d come home to me.”
    He had. She remembered. Everything he’d done to her in life, Bailey had agreed to. As much as she’d loved him, she’d also known they couldn’t coexist forever as long as she still lived. Lucien had been more right than she could’ve ever imagined. Death was forever. It had done more than change her zip code. It had freed her.
    “Don’t think his name,” Sol demanded.
    Bailey blinked in surprise. Sitting back on his heels, Sol pulled his shirt over his head. As his bare skin came into view, Bailey’s confusion turned to delight. He was all hard planes, sharp lines, and deep valleys. She wanted to feel all of him against her.
    “Wish granted,” Sol said, working her shirt upward. Bailey shook her head, hoping to shake away some of the lust, and remember if she’d spoken aloud. With her shirt and bra gone, Sol covered her body with his. Bailey gasped as his hot skin pressed against her. God, she wanted him inside her, making her feel whole again.
    “Once again, God can’t hear you here, but I can give you that.”
    Bailey was somewhat certain she hadn’t said anything.
    Sol chuckled against her throat. The vibration went straight to her pussy, making her channel pulse. “This might be a good time to remind you, I can hear your thoughts.”
    Bailey was too turned on to care. She couldn’t remember everything, but her body remembered what Sol could do for it, and wanted more. Her heart recalled loving him and craved his attention. Deep in her gut, she knew he meant everything to her. There’d only been one time in her life when she’d been complete, and Sol was the reason.
    The wood of the boat bit into her shoulder blades as she tried working her shorts down her hips. No sooner than the hint of discomfort registered, it disappeared. The world shimmered around them, transforming into a bedroom she’d never seen. She knew immediately it belonged to Sol. His dark scent filled the room. Her eyes fell closed as she pulled the aroma into her lungs, absorbing the memory. It was no wonder she’d continuously sought him out, even without knowing who he was. Her soul knew him.
    Sol’s lips closed around her nipple and her hips left the bed. Bailey buried her fingers in Sol’s hair, clinging to him. “I yearned,” she confessed, incapable of holding back. “Even when I didn’t know what I’d lost, I felt the lack of you every damn day.”
    Surging upward, Sol moved back to her mouth, attempting to speak through his kisses. “I was there. You couldn’t see me, but I couldn’t stay away.” Ice rushed through her veins at the claim. She’d been with Lucien. “Do not think his name,” Sol growled, sounding deadly.
    Bailey felt like shit. “I’m sorry.”
    Sol leaned back, holding her stare. “Don’t be sorry. Be mine.”
    Instead of pleading her