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I wasn’t going to do it.
As I threw my head back, determined to maintain what was left of my resolve and sanity, tears trickled down my cheeks. I furiously wiped them away as I headed for the bedroom to grab my bags. By the time I reached the hallway, I raced the rest of the way before I broke out into sobs. Just closing the door was difficult, my entire body shaking. I was angry. I was frustrated.
I was stricken with grief for something that had barely begun.
Stop it. You’re a big girl.
No, I was the fairy princess looking for her gorgeous prince to take her away to a special place, a creation of beauty and love.
And I was a fool.
As soon as I grabbed my bag, I felt stronger, certain I could walk out the door, demanding he take me back to my car now, not waiting for the morning. When I reached for the second one, I almost lost it again, choking back tears.
Then the door was kicked in, the bastard storming inside.
“Just leave me alone!” While I tried to keep my voice down, knowing Justin’s room was just down the hall, my chest heaved from the ridiculous agony swirling like a rapidly growing hurricane.
“No,” he snarled. “I’m never going to leave you alone.” He slammed the door then rushed forward taking three long strides. As he grabbed my arms, digging his fingers into my skin, his eyes lit up with the kind of fire I’d never seen before. “I can’t. I won’t.”
I pushed hard against his chest, doing everything I could to shove him away, but his hold was too strong. My tears became waterworks, blinding me as I tried to keep my eyes locked on his. “Why? What does it matter? You don’t want me. This. Us.”
“Wrong, little bird.” His voice held an edge, his body shaking as much as mine. “I’m a fool. I was trying to protect you when all I did was drive a wedge between us.”
“I get it. Just take me back to my car.” What was he trying to say to me? I pushed him again, but the feel of his muscles through my fingers ignited the same fire that was obviously sweeping through him.
“No. I was wrong, so fucking wrong. I don’t want you to go anywhere. Do you hear me? Not now. Not ever. You awakened something inside of me I thought was dead. You’ve brought me more joy than I knew was possible. I don’t just want your body, little bird. I want everything, including your heart.”
I clenched my fingers around his shirt, the sounds I emitted strangled and angry. “Why? Why? I’m not your toy or your little bird. I’m a woman who… who… who loves you.” There. I’d said it, the words that could never be taken back. The ones that could change or destroy everything. I’d found the courage.
He fisted my hair, dragging me closer and onto my toes. “Goddamn it, Wren. I don’t know why you dropped into my life, but I’m glad you did. I love you. I’m not a perfect man, but I love you.” As he crushed his mouth over mine, the sense of despondency and desperate need rushed through both of us, sparkling like the electricity we’d felt every time we’d engaged in blissful passion. But this was entirely different, as if neither one of us would ever be able to breathe again without the other. As if our lives depended on being together, forming a bond that could never be broken, even in death.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, arching my back as he slipped his tongue inside. We were both so needy, our tongues slamming together. My heart raced, thudding to the point of echoes, desire raging to the surface, refusing to be denied.
He brushed his hand down my back, cupping my bottom, lifting me off the floor. Then he swung me around in a circle, growling into the kiss, every sound increasing the hunger. I’d never felt such extreme emotions, one colliding into the other, leaving my body a shivering mess. But he was here, my protector. So strong and so powerful, refusing to let anything happen to either one of us.
When he broke the kiss, yanking back my head, he raked his teeth from one side of my jaw to the other before nipping my lower lip. “I want you. I need you. You’re mine. Mine.”
His possessive words forced another round of live current into every cell and molecule. I was lightheaded, wrapping one leg around his muscular thigh. As he brushed his lips down my chin to my neck, my pulse increased. And when he bit down, the rush of pain brought another sense of freedom. This man allowed me to be free from all the chains I’d placed around myself, free from the tyranny of being a senator’s daughter.
Free from all the fears that had kept me from enjoying life.
This man. This marvelous, sensual rogue had captured my heart.
He ripped at my shirt with his teeth, managing to drag it down, exposing the cleft between my breasts. Then he dragged his tongue down the center, every sound he made guttural, animalistic. He would devour every inch of me, claiming me once again, only this time it would be final. As if I would be his mate for life.
Filthy thoughts drifted through my mind as he ground his hips against me. I managed to slip my hand between us, sliding them under his shirt. My fingers were instantly seared from the touch of his skin, sizzling every one of my senses as only he could do.
Phoenix pulled away long enough to yank the shirt over my head, tossing it aside then engulfing my nipple through the lace. His mouth was so hot and wet, my nipple hard as a tiny pebble, and I could no longer catch a decent breath as excitement tore thought me. Gasping, I slid my hand to his back, allowing my fingers to dance across his scars, a moment of heartache almost taking over. But he’d endure the pain only to come out a stronger man, capable of fighting all the odds.
My beautiful, damaged hero.
As he sucked on my nipple, his tongue sweeping back and forth, I raked my nails down his back, shivering from the explosion of sensations. My pussy ached, my panties soaked from the raging desire. He slowly lifted his head, allowing me to look him in the eyes. His pupils were dilated, his irises shimmering in gold, and his look of lust was amplified by the warm glow in the room.
There were no words needed, no statement of what we wanted. We were primal, our needs the same. He cupped both sides of my face, a dangerously evil smile crossing his face. Then he ripped at my bra, snapping one of the straps in his effort to remove the unwanted lingerie. His husky laugh sent another wave of shivers down my spine.
I tore at his belt buckle, dancing my fingers along the leather before unfastening his button, tugging on his zipper.
“No,” he growled. “You’re not in charge.”
