Overwhelmed by You (Tear Asunder 2)

That got my attention. “I don’t need looking after.” Jesus, I didn’t want to be babysat. The ache between my legs got a hard kick and plummeted off the edge of senselessness into the depths of cold reality.

“Kat, I’d say the exact same thing if you didn’t have MS. Looking after you means I’ll be there for you. Protect you. Care for you because your mine. I hope you’d do the same for me. Except for the protecting. I don’t want you anywhere near dangerous shit. That’s my job for the both of us.”

Okay, maybe I could do that.

“No bullshit this time, Kat. I’m possessive and I don’t take chances with your safety. I check every angle before I make a decision. You know that first hand.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “My past … it screwed me up. Once I’m in, I won’t let go. I can’t. It’s who I am and it’s too late to change. You have to get that. I need you to get that, Kat. So, you need to be damn sure.”

I wanted to scream yes. But Ream was serious and there was something else in his eyes that I thought looked like … uneasiness. I didn’t say anything at first because this was the second time he mentioned his past being screwed up. I was starting to put the pieces together and I didn’t like where they were fitting. Something happened to him and his sister. She’d died of a drug overdose, they didn’t have a father, and his mother he said was dead to him. What happened to Ream? Why was he responsible for caring for his sister? How did she get on drugs?

I knew Ream had a temper and that he was overbearing and needed control. Did that all stem from what he’d been through as a child?

The thing was, I felt like I balanced him out. I didn’t break down at his overbearing attitude. I held my own and he held his own against my bullshit.

Ream moved off me then climbed from the bed and ran his hand back and forth over the top of his head. I sat up as he peeled off his shirt then his wet jeans. He had no qualms about letting me see his cock hard and ready.

I bit my lower lip as my gaze ran the length of him. “Ream.” My whispered word was breathless as I stared, wanting, needing and maybe finally believing that this man who stood in front of me would stand by me no matter what happened.

Suddenly, he turned and walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I sat stunned as I heard the shower turn on then the shower curtain on the metal rings. What the hell just happened?

***

I scooted off the bed and stormed into the bathroom, thanking God that he didn’t lock it as I banged into the door.

I jerked the curtain aside and then everything I was ready to spurt spiraled down the drain as I stared at Ream naked and gleaming, his hand on his cock, his face tight with tension, almost as if he was in pain.

His eyes flashed open and locked with mine.

“I need you to be sure, Kat. I can’t have you once then lose you again.”

Yes. Whatever damaged key he used, Ream was already inside me and it fit. We fit.

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me into the tub then backed me into the tiled wall. His palms slapped up against the tiles making a loud whack. “Tell me you trust me. That you’ll be mine.”

“I do. I am.” As I said the words, I felt a wave of relief fall over me because I did and I was. He gave me that.

Then he kissed me.

It was raw and gritty, something overflowing with so much emotional abandon that I swear it was almost painful the way his mouth took mine. We were uncontrolled, like we often were together, our heated passion boiling over into a danger zone that I should’ve been leery of, but instead I wanted to embrace it.

He unlocked everything.

His hands were rough as he kneaded my breast then pinched my nipple. I arched into him and moaned, the desire so frantic that I was afraid I would come before he even got inside me.

“Jeans, baby.”

Shit. Right. I still had on my jeans. With one hand he undid them then tugged them down and I stepped out.

“Fuck you’re beautiful.” He ran his hands over my abdomen then between my legs, his finger slipping between the folds then hesitating at the opening. “And wet.”

I ran my hand up his chest to his shoulder then curled my fingers in his hair. I remember I couldn’t do that before; he’d had it too short. I liked it longer though.

His mouth slammed into mine again and it was so hard my head hit the tiled wall. There was a mumbled apology, but I didn’t care. I’d wanted this man for nearly three years. I knew what I was getting into, Ream was crazy possessive and maybe that shit did stem from whatever happened with his sister. We were going to clash, I knew that, and I suspected he did too, but we clashed together and that was all that mattered. And right now, all I could think about was the sweetness of him filling me again.

“Condoms,” I murmured under his mouth.

“Shit.” He groaned. “I didn’t bring any.”

Oh. My. God. “What?”

His hand stilled between my legs, and I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside me. “The plan was no sex this weekend, so I didn’t bring any.”

I closed my eyes and moaned partially from complete and utter disappointment at not getting his cock and also from the pure pleasure of his fingers inside me.

“You on the pill?”

Fuck. “No.” Goddamn it. Really? And I was mid-cycle, but maybe if he pulled out then—

He knew what I was thinking. “No. Not taking that chance, Kat. Us—we are too important to fuck this up over something neither of us want right now. Besides, I don’t want to share you for a long while.” He kissed me again, long and hard, until I was moaning beneath his mouth. “I’d have them with you, beautiful. Never cared to before. But with you … I would if it’s something you wanted. But only if it’s safe. We don’t take chances with your health.”