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“You wanted Venny back.”
“I did. But I also needed to find you before he did.”
“Cletus?”
“Yes. I couldn’t let him get to you.” His hand lifted, rubbing across his brow. “I can’t make you believe my intentions, Ada. But that I haven’t been able to harm one hair on your body should be enough proof of how I cannot hurt you. No matter how I want you to suffer. I can’t watch it. And that is my own failing.”
“Or my downfall.”
His shoulders lifted. “It is probably all of those things.”
“Then why can I not stop wanting you?” My voice cracked.
The room went silent. Still.
His stare devouring me, his nostrils flaring with every breath. Long seconds passed. Torturous seconds.
He opened his mouth, his voice raw, almost unrecognizable. “Because I can’t stop wanting you.”
The words weren’t fully out of his mouth and he leaned forward, grabbing me by the back of my neck, his lips crashing into mine.
Kissing me like there was no tomorrow, no yesterday, just the two of us on this earth and we were the air, the salvation of each other.
It was the cruelest revenge of all. Making me care again. Making me want him when I knew it would only end in my destruction.
I was losing my mind. My soul.
It was his. His to do with what he wanted and I didn’t even care anymore. Wrong, letting myself sink so deeply into his world, into this undeniable connection between us. But I didn’t care.
I couldn’t.
Not when every atom of my being—my heart, my head, my body—was suddenly in alignment. Wanting him.
Regrets need not apply.
Not breaking the kiss, I reached for him, my fingers scrambling to his shirt, flicking buttons free—popping them from their threads, pushing his shirt down the hard lines of his arms until I had his skin, his heat in front of me.
My hands ran across his chest, his muscles flexing under my touch. Just the surge of that electricity tickling under my fingers sent a jolt of want deep into my core, soaking my folds.
His right hand slid down the middle of my back, tugging down my robe, then lifting to slip the thin straps of my skimpy nightgown off my shoulders. Restrained movement, like he didn’t want to scare me away from him, even if his kiss was ravaging me, stealing my soul.
He pulled his lips away from mine, his breath heaving as his stare sank into me, a flaming arrow slicing down me, splitting me in two. “This doesn’t end, Ada.”
“I know.” A raw response. A vow, really.
His hand stayed clutching the back of my neck as he stared at me, reading my intentions.
After one long breath, I could see it in the amber glowing hot in his eyes. Fire. Forgiveness. The future. And the indescribable bond between us that had seared into our souls and would never let the other go.
He drew a quivering breath that shook his whole body and he crashed back into me, his mouth, his tongue voracious.
He dragged the robe and nightgown down off my waist and legs as I freed him of his pants, shoes and socks.
He pulled up, and I wasn’t complaining, for the whole of his sinfully gorgeous body was on full display in the light of the flames licking high in the fireplace. An amber-red glow sending shadows over all the dips and swells of the muscles that made the man. And there, standing in front of me, his cock, thick and proud and stretching up to his belly. The cords along it pulsing under my scrutiny, promising things I knew he could deliver.
My tongue watering, the tip of it slipped out, licking my lips, wanting so badly to slide his shaft between my lips and take him so deep I choked.
Fucking soaked, I was.
