“I can’t tell her,” I argue. “If I do that, I’ll have to tell her about my past. I can’t start a real relationship with her until I tell her everything.”
His chin lifts, his jaw tensing. “Your sins amount to nothing, Locke. Nothing.”
He won’t admit it, but I know that in his mind, he’s comparing his sins to mine. He always does when I jump into a discussion about my past. Kavan often reminds me that I walked away from the person I used to be unscathed.
“Tell her what you did. You’ll see forgiveness there,” he says matter-of-factly.
“You don’t know that,” I bite back.
He steps closer to me. His eyes bore into mine. “I know that you think you did unforgivable things, but you didn’t. You were a messed up kid doing screwed-up shit. Forgive yourself already. It’s time.”
I want to toss those words back at him, but I won’t.
Kavan’s past will trail him until the day he dies.
He’ll never allow another person to get close to him. Any woman who enters his life is barred from it in a few hours. He fucks for release. That’s who he has become. It’s how he’ll remain.
“Go home, Graham.” He gestures to the door.
“What if she feels nothing for me?”
He taps me on the side of my head. “You’re an idiot. Do you think she screwed you because you’re that goddamn irresistible? There are a lot of men in this city. She didn’t jump into bed with any of them. Your wife chose you.”
He’s right. She did choose me. She wanted me as desperately as I wanted her, but it’s a leap to go from wanting a fuck to falling in love.
“She might laugh in my face if I confess what I’m feeling.”
He looks me over. “She might, but you won’t know until you talk to her.”
“This advice you’re dishing out is surprisingly decent,” I quip as I pour myself another drink.
Kavan snatches the bottle from my hand and grabs a glass of his own. “It’s common sense. That’s something you’ve always lacked.”
I wait until he’s finished pouring his drink before I raise mine in the air. “Fuck you, Bane.”
He ignores the gesture and instead swallows what’s in his glass. “And a big fuck you to you. Now, finish that drink and get the hell out of here.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Trina
“What’s on your schedule for today?” Graham asks from where he’s standing near the door to the washroom.
He’s freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his waist.
I could stare at him like this for hours, but I need to be somewhere soon even though I want to stay in this room with him all day.
I’ve been asleep the past two nights when he’s gotten home from work. His days have been extra long since he’s been immersed in negotiations with a new manufacturer.
Our mornings have consisted of a kiss between waking up and getting ready for the day.
Today, I made a point of getting up early to have a few extra moments with Graham before we both have to leave.
“I have a date in an hour,” I toss that out so that I can see his reaction.
His arms cross his chest. “A date?”
Nodding, I adjust the front of the dark blue blouse I’m wearing. “A hot date.”
He drops the towel to the floor, sending my jaw with it.
I stare because my husband is gorgeous. Every naked inch of him is a treat for the eyes.
He takes a step toward me. “I could fire you if you’re late for work, Trina.”
I tug on the zipper of my white skirt. “You won’t.”
A smile slides over his lips. “I may consider overlooking your tardiness if you tell me who the date is with.”
“If I blow you, will you drop it?”
His deep laughter fills our bedroom. “You’re going to blow me before you go on a date?”
I glance down at my watch. “I have time.”
“On your knees,” he orders as he nears me.
I reach out for his hand so he can help me lower myself to the floor.
As soon as I’m down, he fists his hard cock and trails the crown over my bottom lip. His eyes lock on mine. “Take it, Trina. Take it deep.”
I close my eyes and slide my tongue over the plush head as I hear him hiss out my name.
Thirty minutes later, I watch Graham put on a pair of gray pants. His skin is flushed, but he looks satisfied.
He should be.
He came with force. I swallowed every drop of his release before I stood and planted a kiss on his lips.
“What’s your hot date’s name?”
Laughter bubbles out of me. “I thought if I sucked your cock that I wouldn’t have to divulge the details of my date.”
Sliding on a white button-down shirt, he flashes me a smile. “I never agreed to that.”
I stomp my foot on the floor. “You were too eager to get off.”