“Why are you crying?” My shoulders were tense. My neck strained. I had walked up here with a mission to put her straight.
She shook her head. “It’s nothing. Stupid nostalgia I guess.”
“Nostalgia, huh?” I crossed my arms. It was fucking ironic is what it was.
“What’s wrong? Why are you banging on the door?”
“I thought we needed to get a few things straight.”
“Like what?”
“Are you going to let me in?” The screen door was a barrier between us.
Her hand rested on the latch and suddenly the door was open and I was inside the old house.
There were boxes everywhere. Half the furniture was covere
d in sheets.
The place was depressing.
There was a light on in the kitchen. Sierra leaned against the wooden countertop. “What is it? Did you show up to tell me more ghost stories? Because believe me, I have enough to last the rest of my life.”
“No. No ghost stories. But seeing you is like living one.”
“Ouch.” She lowered her eyes. “How long have you been waiting to say that?”
The anger flowed through my blood like hot lava. Did she have any idea what she’d done to me? Did she know what she’d cost me?
“Too long.” I clenched my teeth.
“Now that you’ve said it,” her pale blue eyes lifted to mine, “you can go, Blake.”
“You can’t throw me out.”
“Yes, I can. It might have been nice for two seconds to cruise around the island and hang out with Cole, but clearly that’s not going to work between us.”
“No. It’s not.” I took a step toward her. The light behind her cast her into a dark shadow, but I could still see the tears glistening on her cheeks.
“So leave then. Let me be miserable on my own. Can’t you do that?”
I stopped in front of her and inhaled the air around us. I could smell her perfume. Her shampoo. I could almost taste the strawberry lip gloss that she’d used to wear on her lips.
“I’m not going until I’ve said what I have to say,” I growled.
Her eyes flared. “Then say it and get out.”
My hand snaked around her waist, pulling her toward me. In an instant my lips crashed into hers as she threw her arms around my neck. The kiss was hot and fiery. Enough to make my cock throb. My tongue found hers twisting and sliding in a rhythm that was at the same time new and familiar.
I tugged her hair through my hands, deepening the contact until I heard that perfect little purr she made. The one I’d never forgotten. The one that haunted me like a damn siren’s song.
My blood raged with heat. My cock throbbed. My hands coasted over her body. And then I realized I had a chance to fuck Sierra Emory again and everything went black.
7
Sierra
His hands tangled in my hair and the heat spread from my neck to my breasts. They perked and hardened as his hand slid under my shirt.