“The one you claim you sent after the last one I received.”
“I’m not claiming shit, Tilly. Ididsend it.” He closes the rest of the space between us, and I retreat, forcing him to follow. My back hits the wall, and then he’s bracketing his arms around me, biceps bulging by my cheeks. Hot breath cascades over my jaw when he drops his voice and asks, “Is it exacts you want?”
“Yes.”
He wets his lips, and our closeness has the tip of his tongue gliding over my skin. I inhale deeply, my core tightening at the same time he wedges a knee between my thighs, spreading them.
“I’m not a good man. Beating that fuck until he heard God’s name in his ear was one of the more confident decisions I’ve ever made. I saw a problem, and I fixed it the only way I knew how. I wanted him to remember the look in my eyes every time he took a breath for the rest of his miserable life because of what he did to you. And I’d have done it again the day I was released if it meant that I’d have protected you. One thing you will never hear from me again is that I didn’t make that decision then because of who you were to me. That’s what I wrote in that letter.”
“That’s not all,” I whisper, gliding my hand up his chest. The top buttons of his shirt are open, but like I said, I’m selfish. I start undoing the rest. “Tell me the rest.”
He brings his lips to hover over mine as his eyes latch onto the blue beneath the heavy flutter of my lashes, searching. I raise my middle and press against his knee, softly rolling myself over it.
“When did you read it?” he asks, his tone gravelled.
“Read what?”
A grin spreads across my face when he digs his knee into my pussy and then grabs my throat. I let my head fall back against the wall as he tightens his hold just enough for me to feel it but still breathe unrestricted. Black ink swirls down his forearm to the back of the hand holding me in place. It only serves to make me wet rather than intimidate me.
“When did you read my letter, hellcat? Tell me and I’ll let you rub that pretty cunt on my thigh until you come. Deny me again and you’ll spend the rest of the night throbbing with your hands behind your back.”
There’s no questioning it anymore.
I love this man, and I’m never stopping again.
41
ROWE
My stubborn minxof a woman hears my threat and presses harder against my knee. Want darkens her gaze as she tugs at my shirt and forces the last few buttons to come apart. I swallow a moan and fill my hand with her thigh, draping it around my hip.
The move opens her up to me but also gives her the freedom to grind her pussy up my thigh instead. She rolls her lip into her mouth, trying to glance at where we’re connecting. I pinch her chin and lift it before she can. I’ve got her trapped beneath my touch, and the control has my cock throbbing to the point of pain.
Beneath my thumb, her pulse races. It would have been enough to give her emotions away if I couldn’t already read every inch of her expression so well. I stroke it gently and glide my mouth across hers, inhaling.
“What will it be, baby?” I rasp.
She drags her palm down my chest, then around to press against my back, urging me closer. I let her move me, too desperate for her answer to deny her this yet. Her touch feels better than anything else ever has. Like softness and warmth,and fucking peace. It used to be a form of torture for me, but now, it’s a comfort I never want to lose.
Her soft, peachy lips spread around a single word. “Tonight.”
“How?”
“My mom had it. All this time, she kept it.”
Pain blasts through my chest, but I don’t have time to register the cause of it before Tilly’s fingers are pressed to my nape and our lips are smashing together. I let her swallow my growl and plaster her back against the wall, pressing my thigh to her pussy and leaving it there. The cropped shirt she’s wearing is all too easy to rip down the middle. It falls away like paper, and she shakes out her arms to free them before returning them to coil around me.
Her hips jerk, and I feel the glide of her centre over my thigh. Our jeans create a thick barrier, but that doesn’t keep her from trying to feel pleasure. I slip my tongue into her mouth, licking a circle around the tip of hers. She moans, pressing down harder against my leg.
“Give me more details,” I demand roughly.
Our mouths slant, wetness gliding across cheeks as we pant, unable to completely pull away as she rides my thigh. Her eyes flick up to hold mine, and I nearly come in my pants from how blown out they are.
“I never read it. I swear, I never got it,” she says, voice cracking.
I keep my hand around her throat but bring another to push her hair back out of her face. “I believe you.”
“You should hate me for never replying.”
