Page 82 of Never Tear Us Apart


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She stares at me, working her bottom lip. “Anything?”

“Anything.” I confirm. “I swear to God, Ellery. I will cut off my arm if you ask me to.”

When she doesn’t say anything I think maybe I’ve said too much, pushed too hard. But when she reaches around her back and I hear the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled down, the skin on the back of my neck pricks.

Slowly, her gown falls to the floor and when she’s standing there in a strapless bra and thong, pools of black satin and crinoline around her feet, my mouth falls open.

Skinny dipping with her was one thing. But seeing her like this, standing under the warm light of her bedroom, I’m struck by an intense wave of emotion. She is both the girl I fell for and the woman I would do anything to protect, and fuck, I still want her, just as much as I ever did.

I’m tired of jerking off in the shower to the memory of sucking her clit and feeling her tiny hand wrapped around my cock. I want to kiss every inch of her and show her how much she means to me.

As if reading my mind, she reaches for my hand and pushes me down onto the bed, then proceeds to remove her panties and bra in the slowest, most seductive way.

My eyes skim over her beautiful body as she straddles me. “What do I need to do for you to forgive me?”

She reaches up to her head, tits on full display, and removes a bobby pin from her bun—fingering it gently, then shaking her hair free. Loose waves of oat and honey fall around her shoulders, skimming her lower back, and I swallow, stunned by her beauty.

“I want you to give me what I want,” she says hotly.

I reach out to touch a strand of hair, then trail my finger down her breast, bewitched by her and this moment.

“And our parents?” I lick my lips, and my dick grows painfully hard. “What if they come home?”

She bends down and kisses my neck, a bolt of electricity shooting through me as her nipples graze my chest. “They’re gone for the weekend.”

“They’re…what?” I swallow.

She pulls back and smiles that mischievous smile I’ve always loved. “I might have suggested they take some time to themselves so I could snoop around a bit.”

I want to grab her by the hips and flip her over and fuck her until she begs me to stop. But she made the first move, so tonight, she calls the shots. Tonight, she gets what she wants. I owe her that.

“So it’s just us?” I can’t help but grin.

“Yes.” She runs a hand between her legs and over my groin. “And something tells me you’re okay with that?”

“I’m more than okay.” I lock my eyes on hers. “Tonight, this weekend, whatever you want, it’s yours. I am yours.”

“Are you?” She eyes me curiously.

“There is only one girl who has ever owned me. Only one girlhas ever told me to do something and I did it.”

“Oh yeah?” she asks curiously. “And what was that?”

“The night I left you told me to go to Hell. And that’s what I’ve been in the past two years without you, Ellery. I went to Hell and stayed there.”

She licks her lips and fire flashes in her eyes. “So you will let me do whatever I want to earn my forgiveness, huh?”

“Yes,” I reply, without hesitation. “But I have one condition.”

She runs a hand through my hair and grips a fistful, tugging my head back. “A curveball?”

“No.” I eye her lasciviously. “This is a pitch right across home plate.”

“All right,” she says with confidence. “Throw your pitch, hot shot.”

“This game you’re playing with Royce…it ends. No more. I don’t want him near you. I mean it. After what I saw and heard tonight, I don’t trust him. You are not to be alone with him, period.”

“But I need—”

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