Redemption: AmBw Romantic Suspense

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Of course not. I was just. . .eager, but I understand.”

I looked down and caught the big erection pushing against those black pants.

I loved his strong arms around me. I relished in his mouth and tongue. Every part of that past moment had been amazing.

But. . .I wasn’t ready to take off my clothes and start riding that huge cock that was guaranteed in the outline of his erection. And what would I do, just sit there and make out with him all night? We weren’t in high school anymore. He was a grown ass man. After a while he would want more like any normal male.

I backed up again. “I’m sorry.”

“You better not be sorry for the kiss. I enjoyed it.”

“I’m not ready for sex.”

“That’s fine.”

“I. . .should go.” I headed away, gripping the bullet tight in my hand. “Thank you. . .for everything.”

I didn’t look back. If I did, I may have ended up sleeping with him.

Now wasn’t the time to jump into another man’s bed, when my husband was trying to rape and kill me. I had more things to worry about.

Although we’d been living with Yoshiro for a few weeks, I still didn’t know Yoshiro that well. He had a dark edge. I liked it because he used that dangerous edge to help and protect me. But how long would he be nice and safe?

Wyatt had been nice before. He’d been somewhat gentle. And then he changed.

The last thing I needed was to have sex with Yoshiro. It had been so long since a man moved inside of me. My feelings would fall into it. I would be an emotional mess. It didn’t matter that Yoshiro was sexy as fuck or that his kiss set my body on fire.

As I headed to the door, Yoshiro called behind me, “Ebony?”

I turned around. “Yes.”

“Did I go too far?”

“No.”

His kiss still burned hot on my lips.

I whispered, “I loved it. That was the best kiss of my life.”

A wicked smile spread on his face. “Then, you’ll let me kiss you again?”

“Um.” I edged back and hit the wall. “We can talk about that later.”

“Let’s definitely talk about it later.” His eyes blazed with desire.

Nervousness knotted within me, battling with the tide of hot desire spinning inside of me. Instead of turning around, I put my hands behind my back and touched the wall for the knob.

His gaze never left me. “The door is further away.”

“Oh yeah.” I turned around, felt like an idiot, and hurried off. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Unless you have a nightmare.”

At the door, I glanced over my shoulder. “What?”

“If you have a nightmare, feel free to come in here. I’ll kiss all the fear away.”

A silly grin spread on my face. “Oh my God.”

I left the room, before I embarrassed myself anymore.

Chapter 18

Shootout

Yoshiro

Fuck. Why did I try to take her to the bed? You know why. Damn it.

My balls ached for release. I could jack off, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not after finally tasting Ebony. I needed more than my hand. I craved her body.

Fuck. It felt so good. And her mouth. I could taste her for days.

When I kissed her, I swore I heard angels singing. Something mystical. Otherworldly creatures. Their voices rang in my head with each twist of her tongue. If she thought that we would never kiss again, she was mistaken.

Damn, Ebony. You should be in here right now.

What if I went in there and begged her to come back? What if my desire for her was too much? That thought delivered fear to my head.

I would give anything to know what she was thinking next door. Normally I was good at predicting the outcomes of things, but tonight I was at a loss.

I collapsed to the bed. My cock pushed against my pants, almost tenting the material. I thought of her earlier words.

“Handsome. Gorgeous. . .sexy.”

A silly grin spread across my face.

No longer did I think about Wyatt, the break-in, or any possible oncoming danger. Ebony’s taste coated my tongue. Her scent radiated off me. I inhaled my shirt and smelled her perfume.

Ebony had become my obsession. She could run out of my bedroom, but she would always stay in my heart. Damn I yearned for her. These walls couldn’t save her. Nothing could. I craved more intimate moments with her. I longed to travel beneath the surface of her exterior. Pierce the walls and structure guarding her soul. Her heart.

Minutes later, I fell asleep, inhaling her scent and thinking about all the things I wanted to do that body.

No dreams or nightmares came.

The next morning, my phone rang.

Yawning, I rolled over and answered. “Yes?”

Urgency filled Kevin’s voice. “Yoshiro.”

“Yes.”

“Man, there’s two guys sitting outside of my place. They’ve been here since this morning.”