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She chews on her lip, and I wonder if she’s thinking about our kiss. She finally drops her hands and steps back.
“I’m getting ready to go to bed, so whatever it is, make it quick.”
I step into her apartment and glance around. “I don’t do anything quick,” I say, but I continue to inspect her home. The kitchen is a decent size, and the counters are clear of clutter. She was always spotless. A bottle and glass of wine, along with her coat, sit on the opposite counter. I walk into the living space. A small electric fire gives out a nice amount of heat, and I shrug out of my suit jacket and place it on the back of her couch.
“Don’t get comfortable.” She remarks while hesitantly closing the door.
I take a look at her. “You refused a lift from my driver.” I state and take a step closer to her.
She runs her hands down the side of her trousers. “I can make my own way in life, Daniel. I don’t need a driver.” Is that a sneer I hear in her words?
“I would feel better if you took a lift from my driver.” I remark, taking another step toward her.
“I don’t care how you feel.”
That much is true. If she cared about me even for a second, she wouldn’t have run off to start her new life.
I grin like her words bounce off my silver armor. “You might not care how I feel, but you like how I makeyoufeel.” I stop right in front of her. Reaching out, I take her face in my hands. She doesn’t fight me or push me away as I bring my lips to hers. I can taste the wine on her tongue as I suck the fleshy pink meat. She groans into my mouth, but after a moment, she pushes me away and moves across the room like that will help.
“I want you to leave.” She points at the door.
That isn’t going to happen.
“No.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
LILY
Myhearthammersinmy chest. Daniel appears relaxed, like my telling him I don’t care about his feelings or that I want him to leave, doesn’t bother him. Maybe it doesn’t. But it bothers me. Is that what he is here for, just sex? As I take in his wide shoulders, which are wider than I remember, my stomach dips. I remember how having him inside me felt. I tighten my legs together.
“I want you to leave.”
He pushes a hand through his blond hair that’s gotten longer; it suits him. “Why don’t you say that again, but this time convince me?” His grin sends my heart racing.
“What do you want?” I ask again.
“I want to fuck you.” He says it plainly. The smirk leaves his lips that I want to have pressed against mine so badly. So why not just do it as a goodbye that I never got to give him?
I can’t believe I’m doing this; I think as I walk across the space. Surprise flashes in his gaze as I reach up and wrap an arm around his neck, dragging his mouth down to mine. His lips are warm, and he’s quick to catch on. His arms wrap around my waist, dragging my body into his.
My fingers grow frantic as I try to open the buttons of his shirt with an earnestness I can’t hide. After a bit of fiddling, I finally get to push the shirt down his shoulders. I want to see him. I break the kiss and take in his chiseled chest. I reach out and touch the three swallows that have been tattooed over his heart. This is new. He never had these before. My fingers drop lower to the scar that runs along his torso. It’s vicious looking but not recent; it just hasn’t healed very well.
When my gaze travels back to him, I want to ask what he endured while I was away, but his intentions are clear as he pulls me back into his chest and slams his mouth back onto mine.
I have often heard the phrase that a kiss can make your toes curl, but I’ve never really experienced it until this moment. It’s like Daniel sucks the life out of me, and I slump against his chest, my toes curl in my shoes as my body buzzes. I’m airborne in a second as Daniel carries me to the bedroom. This close to his face, I spot a small white scar on his forehead. I brush back the blond hair that has fallen down onto his forehead, and my fingers dance along another new scar that wasn’t there before. Once again, I have the urge to ask him what happened, but I find myself being laid down on the bed, and Daniel doesn’t waste a moment before his body is pressed against mine, his lips devouring my mouth.
Large hands reach under my shirt, and his fingers tighten around my breasts. A gasp has my eyes springing open. Daniel is watching me, and the look in his eyes is deadly. The blood freezes in my veins, and the lust I had felt moments ago flees. I try to sit up, but his hands tighten around my breast.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Why does he sound like he’d rather do anything else?
All of a sudden, I’m not sure about this. I try to rise again, but Daniel isn’t moving. “Daniel?” I question as he glances down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Where is your uncle?” His question expels any want or good thoughts I had about Daniel.
“That’s why you are here.” This time when I rise, he lets me. I stand and turn. Daniel still lies half across the bed in the same position.
“I need to find him, Lily.”
