“Wolfe?”
Slowly, he stroked a finger down her neck. “I’m not trying to prove anything here. I’m not hoping to win some battle. I’m merely seeing what it is you don’t feel for me. Not anyone else, but for me.” He grazed past her nipple, going down to her thigh. He didn’t touch her pussy. He took her hand this time and placed it on his chest. “I feel everything.”
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not. I crave your touch, Rachel. I have for a long time. Even longer than you realize.” He held her hand, palm up, pressing his lips against the center and kissing her. “You think these five years have been easy for me? They haven’t.”
“I’m sure, with all of your women begging you for attention. You could have your pick, and I’ve seen you in pictures. You haven’t been lonely.”
“I haven’t fucked a single one of those women,” he said, admitting the truth.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not. I speak the truth. No woman has been in my bed but you. You’re the only one I want.”
“You expect me to believe for the past five years you haven’t been with another woman. You haven’t … done anything?”
“I’ve done a whole lot of things, Rachel, only with my hand and thinking about you while I have.” He reached out, touching her. “I’m telling you the truth.”
“But you were going to have affairs.”
“I was lying. I’m not saying there haven’t been offers since you left. There have. No one has appealed to me. There’s only one woman I want, and that’s you.”
“I don’t know if I can believe you.”
“I don’t care if you want to believe me or not. It’s the truth. There never seemed a right time for us to bridge this gap, and for that, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have waited five years. Between you hearing my bullshit conversation and hiding the truth, then Benjamin, there never seemed a good time, until you came into my office. I haven’t been with anyone else. I’m an asshole to the core, but I took my vows seriously, even if I did lie about it afterwards.” He leaned in close and brushed his lips across hers. She let out a little moan and a whimper as he finally claimed the kiss he’d been wanting all night.
She put her hand to his cheek, gentle, sweet.
He pulled away just a little to stare into her eyes. “I know you’ve not been with anyone else either. You don’t love me right now, but there was a time I was everything to you, and I know I can be again if you merely give me the chance.”
“Wolfe?”
“Don’t panic. Don’t run away from me. I’m here to stay.” He wasn’t going anywhere. There was no way he could walk away from this woman a second time, or let her leave.
“I’m willing to give you everything you’ve ever wanted in the divorce.”
He snorted. “You’re not. I want you.”
“You can’t have everything.”
“I’m Wolfe Montgomery. I can have whatever I want.” He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her close and claiming her lips, hard.
He had to have her, taste her, let her know the passion he had building up inside him, only for her. She’d been the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind.
The women he’d been on dates with, he’d taken them to whatever event was needed and afterward, taken them home. He had no desire to step out on his wedding vows. He made them with the intention of keeping them.
Even then, using Rachel for his own means, he’d known she was special in her way, and he couldn’t let her go.
She was the one person he was willing to fight for.
****
There was no way Rachel could ever trust Wolfe, not really. He was a man used to getting what he wanted and doing so by any means possible.
He didn’t want to have a divorce, but this wasn’t the Wolfe she knew from the past. There were no soft words, no romance. The room had a few candles, but he’d brought her hot chocolate. There wasn’t any wine or champagne, no chocolates, and this wasn’t a hotel room.
The kiss deepened, and he traced her lips with his tongue. She opened up with a little moan as he plunged inside. She couldn’t resist touching his tongue with her own as she pressed her body against his.
Wolfe broke the kiss first, taking her cup from her and placing it on the table along with his.
He rested back against the sofa, and his hands were on her face, taking her lips once again. Rather than pull back, she moved closer, straddling his waist.
One of his hands sank into her hair as the other glided down her back to grasp her ass.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you,” he said.