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“This can’t possibly work between us, Rome. There’s history here. You know Novah and Nash, I’m surprised Novah hasn’t put two and two together. And the fact is, while there isno doubtthere’s chemistry, you’re younger than my youngest child. It’swrongon so many levels.”
I spin, my eyes hard on hers as I pace forward. Ingrid backs up against the wall, and I bring my hand up, my fists on either side of her body, encasing her in. Her hand flies up, pressing against my chest as my breaths come hard while I try to keep calm. “If it’s so wrong, then why doeseverypart of me feel sofuckingright when I’m with you?”
Her body slumps, her fingers gripping tight to my club cut like she wants to pull me closer but is fighting the urge. “South…please,don’t.”
A low growl reverbs from my chest, anger flaring inside me as I slam my fist into the plasterboard beside her head. Then I push off and go to storm out, but she reaches out, grabbing my cut. I turn back, the desperation clear in Ingrid’s eyes. Her hand slides up into my long hair, and I don’t have a second to grasp what’s happening before she pulls me forward.
Her lips smash against mine, my eyes widening with shock as her tongue enters my mouth. My lips tingle, and I am burning with fire as my hands slide down around her ass, pulling her body tight against mine. I moan into her mouth, kissing her like there is no tomorrow.
Needing her.
Wanting her.
Devouring her.
I want to be primal.
Show her that I have grown into the man she knows me as now.
But she’s recovering, so I’m trying to be as gentle as possible while still letting her know the effect she is having on me. My cock grows so fucking hard I can barely function as I grind it against her. Ingrid whimpers into my mouth as I press her back against the wall, my mouth leaving hers and trailing kisses down her neck. Her hands slide under my shirt, her nails digging into my skin.
I growl animalistically. This woman has no idea how fucking crazy she’s making me.
My lips trail down over her collarbone to her chest. She’s panting frantically as I make my way to her breast and slow down, remembering what she’s had done today.
I place a tender kiss over the bandage, letting her know that what she’s going through changes nothing for me.
I hear her sniffling.
I glance up to tears in her eyes.
So I pull back, my hand instantly moving to her face and cradling her, wiping away her tears. “Fuck! Did I hurt you?” I whisper.
Her breathing is coming in short and sharp bursts. “No! You’re perfect. I just… this is too much… with the biopsy, and now you… it’s too much at once. It’s a lot, Rome. This…us… it’s not simple, it’s not easy, and while that was the best kiss I haveeverhad, it’s also the absolute scariest. Fuck! My kids could disown me. The club could punish you… it’s too damn risky. God, Hurricane might kill you for all I know.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, I nod.
Because…
… she is right.
It is high stakes.
But Ingrid is worth it.
“If Hurricane wants to kill me, I’m okay with that.”
She lets out a small laugh. “Well, I certainly am not. We need to cool this. I like you, South. I can’t deny that anymore. But this… us… it only ends one way, and that’s probably with you dead. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I’d caused that.”
As I look into her gorgeous emerald-green eyes, my shoulders slump. “So… that’s it then?”
“I think you should go.” She takes a step to the side.
Rubbing the back of my neck, the tension in my body is getting tighter.
I don’t want to leave.
But I won’t stay if she doesn’t want me here.
