I itched, fighting against every single emotion I couldn’t allow myself to feel.
Fuck.
I needed her out.
Gone.
Away.
Where she couldn’t confuse, corrupt, and confound.
Where she couldn’t riddle my mind and tempt my hand.
Where she didn’t hold the power to squeeze between the cracks she continually chipped and etched into my spirit, like the exterior I’d built didn’t even exist. The girl eased into those spaces that were meant to remain closed off and shut down.
Not that it seemed to matter.
The tension only amplified the farther she got. Her footsteps grew fainter, but the space between them ignited a new kind of gravity.
Everything grew taut and tight and rigid. The air. My chest. My thoughts.
Drawing me in a direction I knew I shouldn’t go.
But standing there? I had no power. Because her scent still lingered around me, clouding my senses.
My mouth watered. Cherry and sugar. So goddamned sweet.
I was suddenly inundated with the way she’d felt against me two nights ago.
Her warmth and her comfort and that fucking insane body that made me lose my mind.
It’d been in that foolish moment when I’d given in to temptation when I should have been chasing her away. A single brush of her body had heated every inch of me. My cock harder than it’d ever been, desperate for a different kind of taste from the one she’d been offering. Fuck. How badly had I wanted to get lost in the slick heat of her tight body?
Every perfect curve seduction.
Every defined inch sin.
But it was the way she’d looked at Frankie when we’d rushed through the emergency room doors that had tipped me to uneven ground.
The floor crumbling from under me.
Logic shot. My feet were moving without my brain ever giving me time to calculate the consequences.
But right then?
I didn’t fucking care.
Didn’t care what this would cost.
I stalked down the hall and through the living room.
The air sparked with every determined step.
She was already down the porch steps by the time I caught her by the wrist, and she gasped one of those throaty, sexy sounds that shot straight to my dick.
Fuck it all, if that simple contact point didn’t ignite to an all-out boil. Heat streaked through my veins, eclipsing everything. Reason and sanity and judgment.
I whirled her around. In a second flat, I had her back pressed against the front of my truck where no one could see us. My fingers tangled in that mess of unruly hair, our faces a breadth apart. My heart stuttered when those innocent eyes latched on to mine, so wide and confused when she realized I had her pinned.
