It’s her.

She’s standing not far from me, watching me. Turning around and going the other way isn’t something I should do, it’s not something I would usually do. The normal me would go after what I want, and what I want is her.

She’s perfect. Her hair is short, slick and straight, stopping at her shoulders, her red dress shows those legs that I remember in great detail and she smiles, her lips a deep red. Then she offers me a small wave. I make my way over, coming to a stop right in front of her.

“Falcon.”

To grab and kiss her probably wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do. “You look… good.”

Her eyes wander up and down my body. Just the same way I was doing to her when I walked in. The pieces start to come together. “I’m not meeting anyone, am I?” I say.

Her hand goes to her hip. “You’re meeting me. Is that okay?” she asks with confidence.

“You played a game with me?”

She steps forward and touches my hip with her hand. I look down and see her hand glued to the spot, but I want them to roam everywhere all over me.

“I played a game, aren’t you happy?” Her eyes sparkle.

I rub my chin, careful not to grab her and go cave man on her ass, because if there’s anything I want more in this life, it’s her. To give her my last breath would be my honor. Maybe that’s my declaration of love, maybe that’s how I tell her. But it doesn’t sit right on my tongue, so it stays exactly where it is, afraid she will run away and not look back. I can’t risk losing her again. That I will not do.

“It doesn’t bother me what you do as long as you aren’t fucking other women.” Her body’s now pressing against mine. I have to think of anything but her gorgeous fucking self, so I don’t grab her and lift her dress in public to fuck her.

Did she just utter those words? Am I in some kind of fucking trance that I’m not aware of? I thought I’d lost her for good and that it was the end of us. I don’t want her to stop what she does because of me, that would be selfish, because I still do what I love. My work crossed a line with her, though. Will she ever be able to forgive that?

My eyes look down. “You’re over what happened? You’re over telling the story about the club?” I ask her.

“It hurt. I’ll probably be scared for life. People just don’t go around kidnapping other people, Falcon.” I nod. Our worlds may be different but she is right. “But, I feel safe with you. And that’s what scares me the most. You make me feel safe when you shouldn’t. I shouldn’t feel protected when I’m around you, it should totally be the complete opposite.”

“I would never hurt you,” I say brushing a piece of her hair back. And I mean every word of it, I would never do anything to hurt her. Ever.

“I know, and I know you wouldn’t let me be hurt. It may have taken me a while, but I see that now.” I sigh a heavy breath. I know she isn’t fully there yet, but she’s on her way to turning it around and trusting me.

“They won’t do anything to you again.”

She nods. “I know that, too.”

My finger rubs against her jaw. “If I could take it all away, I would. I would even turn back time so I never saw you again if that would help you.”

A simple head nod. “I know, but then I wouldn’t have this.” She pushes up against me. “And this is the package I want. People get hurt, some people die, it’s just the way of life. Granted most people don’t get kidnapped from their boyfriend’s work…” she trails off as she raises an eyebrow.

“It will never happen again.”

Now both hands touch me, she holds my shirt and looks up at me. A smile edging on her lips. “How about now you kiss me, and tell me you love me.” I look around, despite the noise and over a hundred people here, but it feels like it’s just us in this moment, and I like that. I like it a lot. My lips descend and touch her perfect ones. Taking what I’ve craved for so long, what I’ve been dreaming about for the last month.

Her mouth opens, our tongues dance, and I feel her grip through my shirt as she grasps on harder, clinging to me. I know I can’t replace her. No other woman has ever had this effect on me, and I never want them to. Giving myself to her as I have is enough. I want to say it’s draining, but it’s also the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. And I wouldn’t change this for a single minute.

Tags: T.L. Smith Crimson Elite Erotic
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