Calm washed over me when she was in my arms. The fury that lived in my soul eased during those moments and brilliant light flashed through my mind. The kind of light that gave a man hope.
Hope that I didn’t want to feel, but that I could no longer deny.
Because it burst through me every single fucking time I was with her.
She began stroking my cock while I kissed her, and I groaned.
How can one woman make me feel so fucking good?
How the fuck can she come into my life and break my resolve so easily?
I deepened our kiss as my hands moved over her body. Unable to decide which part of her I wanted to touch the most, I chose to touch her everywhere.
Our mouths never left the others.
Our hands worked frantically to give each other pleasure.
And our souls joined to bring each other solace.
She was my refuge as well as my bliss and in that moment, I embraced it all.
When I entered her, she clung to me and moaned my name. The sound of my name on her lips jolted me to my senses. “Fuck, we need a condom,” I muttered, pulling out of her.
“We’re both clean.” Her words were almost a plea, as if she couldn’t wait the minute or so it would take me to get a condom.
My need matched hers. “You want me to keep going?”
She nodded and I didn’t hesitate. I thrust back in and fucked her how I knew she loved it.
When we came, it was together.
Fingers digging into flesh.
Teeth on skin.
Bodies slamming together.
Resolutions broken.
18
Carla
Havoc’s arms circled me from behind as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. His body moulded to mine. A smile touched his lips, causing my tummy to flutter.
“That was the best damn dinner I’ve had in years,” he said, only heightening the warm fluttery feeling in my stomach.
“Did it take sex for you to figure that out?”
“Smart ass,” he muttered.
When I’d gone into the bathroom to give him a piece of my mind about not acknowledging dinner, I hadn’t expected the reaction from him that I’d received. The minute his eyes had met mine, I’d known he was struggling with something. When he’d told me not to speak, I’d realised he was close to breaking point with whatever it was. And something had broken in him. I was convinced of it, because the way he watched me since wasn’t at all the way he’d ever looked at me.
As much as I wanted to know what was troubling him, Havoc wasn’t a man to be pushed. I figured he might open up at some point; I just had to be patient. Instead of bringing it up, I asked, “What are your thoughts on Gloria Pritchett?”
“Who the fuck is Gloria Pritchett?”
I grinned. “Oh, you are gonna love her. Let me introduce you.”