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My eyes flew open.
He loved me?
Me.
“But… I don’t understand,” I said, my mind reeling. “You’re marrying her.”
He belonged with her.
“There’s so much I have to explain, but right now, I really need to do this.”
Blake slid his fingers into the back of my hair and crashed his mouth down on mine.
I was so shocked, so speechless that I didn’t know what to do. Until his tongue snaked out, teasing my lips. Coaxing them to open for him.
He tasted me. Kissing me slowly and deeply and so hungrily that everything fell away.
All of the pain, the hurt, the betrayal disappeared as I gave into the possessiveness in his touch, the heat in his kiss.
“Fuck, Penny,” he rasped, pulling me closer, fitting our bodies together like two pieces of a puzzle.
I whimpered against his lips, relishing the feeling of him, big and strong against me.
I wanted more.
So much more.
Desire swarmed inside me, burning me from the inside out.
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t—
Oh God.
What was I doing?
“Stop, stop,” I pressed my hands into his chest, a violent war between my head and heart raging inside of me.
Blake sighed against my lips before pulling back just enough to look at me.
“I can’t stop,” he breathed. “Please, don’t make me stop. These last few months have almost killed me. Do you know what it’s like to live a lie, pretending to be someone you’re not to everyone around you?”
The pain in his eyes paralyzed me, and it was only when he dropped his forehead to mine that I managed to choke out, “Wha—”
Blake stole my words again.
His strong hands skimmed underneath my butt as he pulled me into him, pressing us together until it was impossible to tell where I ended, and he began.
This kiss was different from the one in the woods all those weeks ago. Even though that had felt desperate at the time, this was something else entirely. I could feel Blake’s emotion with every stroke of his tongue, every graze of his lips against mine.
I was broken—certain I had nothing left to give—and yet, he was taking everything from me.
At that moment, I was his air as much as he was mine.
As much as I wanted to fight it, to tell myself that I hated him, the man standing in front of me was still my everything.
Pain. Anger. Hurt and frustration. Fear. Hate. Hope and love. Blake Weston was everything I’d ever felt and wanted to feel again.
I’d been lost for so long, but here in this moment, I was found.
