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My body comes alive with the wildfire flicking over my skin, scorching my brain and searing away all the reasons I know I shouldn’t be with this man.
Jericho eats me out until he’s drunk up all my arousal and I’m moaning out way too loud.
When he’s done, he stands and returns to my lips. I taste myself on his lips and tongue. He kisses me harder than before, showing me how much he wants me.
The problem is I want him, too.
I never stopped.
Not when he walked away from me years ago, and not days ago when I told him to leave me alone.
And still, I want him now more than I ever have.
ChapterTwelve
Jericho
Idon’t know what the fuck I’ve been telling myself all these long years, but the only thing I know right now is that I want her.
Her—River St. James.
The girl who always felt like mine.
Right now, sheismine, and the taste of her sweet pussy wraps around my tongue like a blanket, amplified by kissing her delicious, hot little mouth.
I don’t hold back, and neither does she.
She must know by now that I want to fuck her. I’ve wanted to devour her right from the moment I saw her earlier standing by the balcony.
If I’m being honest, I’ll admit the truth that I wanted to fuck every inch of her lush body from the moment she walked back into my life.
She grabs my shirt, then touches my face, running her fingers over my beard with the same passion that I show her as I hold her against me.
Our kiss turns greedy, and I can feel my already rock-hard cock aching to be inside her. Aching for the release from the years of pent-up need.
Her tongue tangles with mine, and as I lace my fingers through her hair, I remember the last time we were together.
That last time, all the fears of losing her weighed down on my soul as I realized there was nothing I could do to fix the disaster I created.
She’d come to me after her stepmother threatened to pull her funding for Juilliard and send her to a community college. That wouldn’t have happened because River’s mother left money in a trust especially for her college funds, which was what she used in the end when her stepmother took control over her father’s finances.
As I held her in my arms back then, I knew I couldn’t be with her and hold on to my secrets.
The same thought hits me now, and I feel that impending guilt over my selfishness and shame for what I did.
Sure, Luc will remind me that I was tricked into the situation. He’d also remind me that I was young and foolish, but neither of those things are excuses for what I did, nor what happened.
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life was break up with River, but I did it because I knew she deserved so much more than me.
In my heart I knew deep down that she deserved to be with someone better than a guy who could cause so much destruction to her life.
Her father didn’t want her to be with me because of my father, but realistically, he knew his daughter could do better, too.
Better than the Grayson blood that flows through my veins that knows only darkness and deceit. That’s how we built our empire and made our billions. It’s how we continue to do so. It’s not with love or compassion. It’s with greed and all the deadly sins Pandora hid away in her box in hell.
Her father could have died as a result of my mistakes, then what would I have done? How would I have explained my part in such a mess?
I still can’t, and I still won’t because it’s still a mess.
