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“We’re here.”
We get in the door of his apartment, one that might not even be his. What am I even saying? The more I learn about this man, the more this place seems soulless and empty. It doesn’t fit at all.
The watch in pieces?
That’s him.
I felt that when I looked at it. Had the same aura that the broken-down elements of baking has for me. Passion. I can’t even explain it.
Questions swirl and?—
My back hits the wall and he’s suddenly there, pressed against me, one thigh sliding between mine, his gaze hot, green fire, and it’s hungry.
“Red,” he whispers, smoothing my hair back, mouth dipping down but not quite touching mine. It moves, so close, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.
But those eyes burn into me, searing my soul, my stomach a mess of explosive flutters.
And I have a horrible feeling that when the day comes that he walks out of my life and disappears with whatever it is he’s really after, he’ll take a part of me with him. And that’s going to leave something exposed. Something that’ll always want him. Right or wrong. Good or bad. Sensible or not.
“Red,” he says again, “for what it’s worth, I’m sorry I lied. I just didn’t expect you and me to be something…”
“Don’t.”
“It’s the truth.” This time, his lips touch mine and it’s sparks and whispers of tingling sensations, a pull from deep within that cries for more… more I already know he doesn’t have.
I stare up at him. “I want to trust you, I know I have to, but… I need something… Something more.”
I’m wavering with the trust because it pushes at me, and I don’t know if I can trust myself, especially when all I can think of is his mouth and his hands on me.
He strokes his thumb over my lips. “You’re right, I should give you more.”
And then… then he kisses me.
It’s perfect.
But at the same time, in my heart, it feels like goodbye.
TWENTY-NINE
malone
Scarlett melts like butter as our lips attack each other with feral hunger. She’s decadent and not good for me at all, definitely not for my heart. She makes it beat with erratic intensity and brings out the wrong kind of chaos in me.
Still, I kiss her.
I kiss her because I need to and want to.
Because it’s all I can think of doing in this moment. I can’t tell her who I work for. It wouldn’t even matter. She has no idea who the Knights are.
The kiss is a deep, bone-melting one, full of sex and passion and anger, all wrapped up in the delicate web of desire. It draws out secrets, our wants. It exposes things I’d rather keep hidden.
And if it’s that for me, then the way she clings, how her tongue slides over mine, how her lips move on mine, shows it’s so much more for Scarlett.
I kiss my way down her throat, to suckle her pulse point, and she moans, hands biting into me.
Slowly, I make my way around to the other side and kiss my way back up to her ear where I suck the lobe into my mouth, and the sound she makes… fuck, it arrows right down to my dick.
“No!” The word is full of regret, and I let her push me back, just a little because I know this is a “no” where she means it, and there are actual lines I don’t cross.
