When she speaks again, her voice is steady, her words avow.
“She can’t haveyou.”
My lips brush the shell of her ear. I love the way she shivers. “Why’sthat?”
“Because you’remine.”
I stopbreathing.
I’ve told a lot of lies to survive, but the biggest one is that I can keep my distance fromher.
I did something tonight, and I can never take it back. I’d go to war for Annie Jamieson, on this and any other day. Whatever I am, I would lay it down to protecther.
Whatever pieces are left of me after tonight, they’re hers to collect, to catalogue, to keep in abottle.
Silently, I cover her mouth withmine.
Her softs lips part with the slightest pressure, as if she was waiting for me to ask, waiting to welcome mein.
Her light, floral scent is making my senses swim, deepening the conviction that I can’t survive another second without this girl in myarms.
I taste her mouth, explore her, mark her asmine.
She not only lets me, she moans when I doit.
You’remine.
I lose it, the last of my control snapping. I unleash the need and desperation I’ve repressed for way toolong.
My hand tangles in her hair on the pillow, and I tear my mouth from hers to trace her jaw, the sweet arched curve of her neck. The skin that would’ve been revealed by that sexy fucking dress in the closet, the one she bought to wear forme.
“Forgive me,” I bite out. It’s not a request, it’s a demand. My teeth drag along her collarbone, and she arches against mylips.
“No.”
But she pulls mecloser.
I shift over her, straddling her while I bring my mouth back to hers as if I can persuade her with my lips, if not mywords.
She’s fully awake now, meeting each slide of my lips and stroke of skin with one of herown.
And I sure as fuckrespond.
I drag the covers down and roll her so she’s on top, my greedy hands yanking her hips against mine. The softness between her thighs is torture. I want to taste her, to take her, to bury myself in her and shut out the world until I’m good andsatisfied.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop.” Her sleep-filled voice is colored witharousal.
My greedy mouth trails down the front of her tank top, the subtle valley between her breasts. She arches against me like she can’t getenough.
This?I want tosay.
This isnothing.
The things I’ll do to thisgirl.
“I’ll keep going if you forgiveme.”
Her sigh makes my cock twitch. “Someday.”