Broken but Breathing (Jinx Tattoos 2)
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He pulled back, and she turned, leaning against the door as she peered up at me. “I feel like I can do anything when you’re there backing me.”
“Always will be.”
“You sound so sure.”
“What we have is something special, girl. I know that. I’m not one to trust easily and you earned mine along with my loyalty weeks ago.”
She gripped the edges of his cut. “You know I feel the same way. But you didn’t come here to worry about me.”
“I will always worry about you. I don’t want you to think this is all about what you can do for me.”
She placed a finger on his lips. “You show me that daily.” As she caressed the side of his face he leaned into her gentle touch. “Now tell me what’s got you looking like you’re ready to drop.”
The concern on her face charmed him. For a moment he could think of something more than pain, worry, and stress. Her lips beckoned him, and this time he permitted his desires to outweigh rationale. He pressed his lips to hers, moaning at the softness and the way her body pressed into his. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he tilted his head and traced her lips. When they parted, he slipped his tongue inside; she tasted like chocolate and comfort. Their tongues glided together. Blood rushed to his groin. His pants grew tight.
They surfaced for air, and he gripped the silken strands of her hair, resting his head against hers.
“Shit.”
“Uh huh,” she mumbled.
“I would apologize, but I don’t feel sorry.”
“Good, I’m not either,” she said.
He snickered, the, groaned. He had things to say that couldn’t be put off.
“Let’s go talk on the couch, hot lips.”
“Hot lips?” he snorted.
She winked and slipped from his arms, leading him to the couch. He couldn’t help but admire the sway of her hips as she walked in front of him. They sank onto the cushions.
“Lay,” she instructed, patting her lap.
He scowled.
“You said you trusted me.”
“I do.”
She patted her legs. He growled, but laid his head in her lap. The feel of her nails lightly scratching his scalp as she moved his hair away from his face was soothing.
“Better?” she asked.
“Much.”
“Good, now spill.”
“Jocelyn’s alive. But to get t
o her I have to let the man who orchestrated everything go.”
“So why isn’t she here with you now?”
“It’s selling out my revenge for her mother for her.”
“A price Jade would pay a million times over.”