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Covet. There was a word.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sabatino. I’ve had enough of those in my life just like I’ve had enough lies. Make no mistake, I will die in order to protect Dillon.”
His heated gaze drifted through me, another wildfire of two strong personalities clashing.
“And I will die to keep you both safe as well. I swear on my honor and I do keep my promises.”
The few seconds after his proclamation were some of the most difficult of my life. Why? Because I wanted so badly to believe him but wasn’t certain if I could.
“I’m going to bed.” My words were said quietly, devoid of the intense emotions I’d experienced most of the night. “I’ll see if I can think about something regarding Rico that might help you.”
“I appreciate that, Georgia. Sleep well.”
I sensed he was watching me as I headed up the flight of stairs. My skin tingled from the electricity that never went away, a stark reminder of what I’d felt when lying underneath him. When I was on the landing, I shifted slowly to face him, the distance unable to hide the expression on his face, one of lust and need. And sadness. He didn’t move but his eyes burned into mine.
As I turned away, I found my body trembling more than it had been before. My heart remained heavy as I headed into the bedroom, turning on the light on the dresser. I removed my heels, placing then carefully side by side in the closet before walking toward the bed where I remained staring out the window, the beautiful view of the bright moon somehow keeping me shivering. I’d once believed the moon and stars would always guide me. Now I wasn’t so certain I could find my way back to who I was any longer.
But God help me, I cared about the man. I did. With every ounce of my being, I should try to escape the mental tether keeping me attracted but it was just another impossibility in my life and mind. And in my heart. What had he done to me?
It wasn’t long before I felt his presence behind me. Perhaps I’d known all along he would come, his need as significant as mine. There was no denying the attraction we shared or the desire that had never left. He’d been the only person to make me feel alive in so long. I could try to hate myself for experiencing the longing or to deny what I was feeling but that wasn’t any easier.
He moved closer, his silence almost out of reverence. When he was directly behind me, I did what I could to keep from moving. As he brushed my long strands of hair away from my neck, it was impossible to keep from emitting an audible shudder. The moment he pressed his lips to the soft spot behind my ear, the sound drifted into a strangled moan. The feel of his heated breath was more intense than ever, keeping me shivering.
Where there had been such an urgency before, he took his time dancing his fingers over my shoulder, brushing the tips ever so slowly down the length of my arms. There was such power to the man yet such tenderness, another dichotomy that left me more confused than before. As he slipped his tongue into the shell of my ear, I fisted my hands at my sides. I couldn’t want this, but I did with everything I had inside of me.
“Yes.” The word came easily.
“Tell me you like when I kiss you.”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I intend on kissing every inch of you tonight.”
He’d been so controlling before, his dominating side taking over. But this was entirely different, as if he was intent on pleasing me. He trailed kisses behind the light touch of his fingers, moving his hands ever so slowly to my waist, ending at the hem of my dress. After he curled his fingers around the edge, inch by inch he guided the material up my legs, taking his time. I could tell he was allowing me the chance to push him away, but it was the furthest thing from my mind.
A light fog had developed over my eyes as he pulled the dress up over my head, allowing it to fall to the floor. The feeling of freedom escalated. At least it no longer surprised me. Standing now in only a thong matching my dress and nothing else would have made me completely embarrassed even two weeks before, but with him, I felt empowered.
“Turn around.” His command was dark, the deep rich tone of his voice creating a wave of goosebumps.
I was breathless as I obeyed, barely able to lift my gaze from his chest to his face. He’d removed his jacket, his shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows. In my mind, he was sexier than ever, which added to the electric sensations. There was nothing like having a man stare at you longingly, every aspect of his expression ripe with desire and appreciation.
He shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he cupped both sides of my face. I wasn’t prepared for the explosion of heat coursing through me as he blew across my jaw or the way my nipples hardened from his appreciative stare. But I was more aroused than I’d been the first time, the heightened level of sensations unraveling and exposing the woman inside. There was an entirely different level of intimacy, the want we both shared moving to another, higher plateau.
As he lowered his head, the intensity of his gaze only increased. “Tienes la habilidad de romperme, pequeño melocotón.”
Just before his lips touched mine, I gripped his forearms, trying to hold myself steady. There was nothing like the way he captured my mouth, holding our lips together for a few blissful seconds. I arched my back, allowing him to taste all of me. There was no urgency as he swept his tongue back and forth, yet I was giving him full control and I had no problem in doing so.
Wine and whiskey were an intoxicating mix, the rush of vibrations coursing down my spine one of the most powerful feelings I’d had in so long. He took his time exploring my mouth and all the while he kept his tight hold, maybe fearful I’d somehow manage to get away. When he finally pulled away, I laughed softly from the breathlessness.
“What did you say?”
He exhaled, the rush of air keeping me tingling all over. “That you have the ability to break me, little peach. And you do.”
The words touched me more than I wanted to admit. I realized I was now visibly shaking, uncertain how I was going to survive the man or the experience.
“Bend over the bed for me.”
He didn’t wait for me to comply, easing me around to face the edge then pushing me down until my face was pressed against the soft comforter. He remained behind me, tickling my skin as he rolled a single finger down my spine.
