“You have no fucking idea how much I want you, Zara. I spend too much fucking time thinking about how my hands would feel on your body, how my lips would feel on yours, and how I would make you scream. But I can’t fucking have you. The only thing I can do is make sure you’re safe, so for the love of fuck, listen to me when I tell you something.”
I can’t do it any longer. I can’t stay away from him. Not when he gives me his raw honesty like this.
I crave a taste of his lips.
Hell, I crave a lot more than that, but right now his lips are all I can think about.
Sliding my hand around his neck, I pull his face to mine and kiss him.
Our lips fit together like they were made for each other.
Fury groans as my tongue meets his, and instead of pushing me away, he grips my waist and pulls me close. I tangle both hands in his hair and kiss him like it’s my last kiss ever.
God, I never want to stop kissing him.
He tastes so good.
Feels so good.
The kiss grows frantic as he grinds himself against me, his hands all over my body. I wrap a leg around his, and he takes hold of my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin.
Something snaps in my mind at the same time my heart races with fear.
It’s his fingers.
No, no, no.
I push his hands away, my thoughts spinning, my body rejecting what my heart wants.
“No!”
I can’t breathe.
“Fuck, Zara.” It’s Fury. “Fuck!”
I gasp for air.
Suck it in deep.
Strong arms circle me, pulling me to safety.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, smoothing my hair. Over and over.
I cling to him, my thoughts and heart slowly calming.
I’m okay.
He has me.
He holds me for a long time, and finally, when the panic has eased, I look up at him with tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His blue eyes look back at me with tenderness. “Fuck no. You don’t apologise for that.” He slides his hand around to the nape of my neck and says with more force, “You never say sorry for that.”
“I don’t know what happened. I wanted you to kiss me, but then”—I swallow hard, trying to get rid of all my emotions so I can get my words out—“your fingers… they triggered memories....”
He nods. “I should have known.” He curses softly. “I shouldn’t have touched you.”
“But that’s the thing…. I wanted you to.” I grip his shirt, distraught at what’s happening. This is not what I want. “This is never going to go away, is it?”