“This is the first and last time yer flirtin’ in front of me. Yer goin’ to make me fuckin’ crazy if ye do. Can’t have other men thinking they can get with ye.”
With his clothes gone, his natural fragrance engulfed her and made her knees buckle. She remembered it as he’d pumped in and out of her in his bathroom. His scent had surrounded her all over that day he brought her back from the kennel, when she laid in his bed and he’d kissed her.
“This is just a fuck,” she said into the air to remind them both.
She moaned as he caressed her collarbone with sweet kisses. He reached out and held her zipper on the back of her black dress between his fingers. She wobbled in her high heels, but he embraced her with his powerful arms, pressing his erection against her belly.
The zipper went down at a treacherously slow pace, but he didn’t pull the wool over her eyes by doing things leisurely. It was the quiet before the storm. She gazed into his eyes and witnessed his anger battling his lust.
“You want me. No matter what ye say ‘bout farewell fucks and all that shite.”
Before she could argue about this being their last fuck and nothing more, he took the hem from her dress and lifted it up, over her hips, over her waist, her small and now naked breasts and ultimately over her head.
The dress fell to the floor, and he stroked the apple of her cheek while she leaned into his touch. His predatory smirk almost had her sighing in defeat, as he might as well do with her as he pleased by now.
But as if struck by lightning, she jerked her head from his hand.I’m Errin fucking Walsh.He narrowed his eyes in annoyance and placed said hand on her hip. His index finger slipped under the silk, metallic colored fabric and tugged it over her hip, letting it rest mid thigh. She tried to take a step back, but he held her in position.
“Yer like a wild filly. I don’t wanna spook ye,” he said as he took a few loose strands with his other hand and placed them behind her ear.
“You just want to tame me,” she whispered.
“Never.”
She took two deep breaths and rubbed her hands over her upper arms. Errin shook her head in disbelief and fixed her eyes on his Adam’s apple, which kept bobbing up and down.
He lifted her chin with his knuckles and repeated the words. “Never.”
He traced the dimple in her cheek with his thumb as if it was distracting him from his big speech.
He gazed into her eyes and continued, “I want to see ye gallop through the fields, run around and experience every thrill life throws at ye. I want to stand beside ye, makin’ sure I got ye back whenever ye need me. I’ll never hold ye back, me darling filly. I want to make ye mine—yes. But never tame ye. Never.”
“It’s for ninety-nine percent certain I’ll get the part. It’s as good as promised to me. I’m going to Jersey, Bren. This has no future.” She shook her head as she closed her eyes.
Even though he realized it had to be like this, it still hurt like a mother. He was inflicting his heart pain by going through with this.
She was still set on moving back to Jersey to chase her dreams. But what was he to do? Stop this from happening tonight? Maybe she’d change her mind and stay. Maybe dancing there would suck and she’d come back on the first plane going to Texas. Maybe…
“I would never hold you back. Don’t you know me by now? If…” he shook his head, “Whenyou get that part in Jersey, I’ll understand you must go and this is over. I promise I won’t come up north crying and throwing myself at your feet. Okay?”
He pulled her satin underwear down until it circled her ankle when he picked her up by the back of her thighs. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, but she didn’t respond to his words. He walked them over to his bedroom and slammed the door shut with the heel of his foot.
He laid her on top of his bed and leaned over her as he rested his under arms next to her head on the mattress.
His fingers found their way into her wavy, warm blonde hair that spread out over his pillow like poison ivy taking over his bed. She flung her good leg over his hip, causing just that sweet bit of friction between them.
“How’s your ankle?” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. She gave an involuntary shiver and dug her nails into his upper back, arching her naked breasts against his chest.
He chuckled at her sudden inability to speak. His chuckling did the trick, because she placed her other foot on his back and growled, “Ankle is fine. Has been all week. Are you going to fuck me or not?”
He had to bear in mind she was talking with these brass balls because she wanted to screw with him. Not only in the flesh, but also screw with his head.
She wanted a hard fuck. Carnal. And most of all, impersonal. He understood where she was coming from. He’d hurt her feelings after they had sex the last time, by drawing the line in the sand and telling her to not go work for him or else he couldn’t be with her anymore.
The way he went about things with Errin had been all kinds of wrong, and it had nagged him the past week. He’d watched Errin like a hawk, noticing her glances his way.
Her lingering eyes when he walked past her into the kitchen. The way she would scan the room to note his whereabouts. He wasn’t some kind of crazy person. Their connection definitely wasn’t a one-way-street.
This beautiful, mouthy and stubborn woman was as much invested in him as he was in her. He just had to break through her walls. Make her see how good they could be together. How he could elevate her and she him, just by being there for each other.