She pulls away quickly sucking in a few deep breaths. “Sorry.” My voice is rough with need, and she places her hand on my chest as if to keep me back like a dog in heat. She does that to me.
“It’s okay.” She breathes heavily.
I shake my head. “It’s not. You’re still sore.” She was just attacked, you bastard. She still has the white bandage on her neck to prove it. I look down at it, and my chest tightens for her. The memory of me holding my shirt to her neck while I looked down at her limp body takes my breath away. You could have lost her! But you saved her.Only because I had to.I know she would be much better off without me. But I can’t make myself let her go.
I shoot to my feet. “I’ll let you finish,” I announce as I step out of the tub. I grab a thick white towel off the towel rack and quickly wrap it around my hips to hide my hard cock from her. Now is not the time for this. She already thinks that’s all I want for her. A fuck! I wish that were all I wanted from her. I’ve wanted plenty of women that way in the past, and once I had them, I left. So why haven’t I done that with her?Because she makes me feel alive. Plain and simple. She has the power to kill me, but I need to cross that line in order to feel alive. I walk out of the bathroom and close the door behind me to give her privacy.
***
I stand in our bedroom drinking a bottle of scotch from the mini bar and looking out over the lights of the city when I hear the bathroom door open. She’s been in there for over thirty minutes now.
I don’t dare turn and face her. My cock is still hard, and my mind is still in the gutter. I need to give her space. When she said she needed to get away from the club, I was quick to offer to take her anywhere she needed to go. Then after I looked at her and could see how lost she felt, I refused to leave her side. A hotel was the first thing that came to mind. Now, I’m not so sure staying here with her was such a good idea.
I lift the little bottle and drink what’s left. After placing it on the dresser, I turn to face her. She stands by the side of the bed, her hands gripping the towel as she holds it around herself. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Let me know if you need anything.” I watch as her face falls in disappointment that I’m not going to be sleeping in the same bed with her. It’s for the best!
I walk over to the door, and she darts from the bed, standing in front of me, blocking my exit. “I can’t stay in here with you,” I say honestly. Just the fact only a towel separates me from seeing her beautiful body has my hands twitching.
“Why not?” she asks softly.
“Because you need rest.”And you won’t get any if I stay in here. I don’t have that much willpower. Her body is to me like a hit is to an addict. Put it in front of said addict and they will take it. They will beg and bargain with themselves until they convince themselves that one little hit will be the last. Just one more. Then I’ll stop. The only thing I know is I’ll need her more than one more time.
She places her hands on my bare chest, and my heart speeds up as I watch the towel slowly unravel around her chest and fall to her feet. My breathing picks up from the bruises on her side and the bandage on her thigh. But that doesn’t stop my cock from begging to be inside of her. She is still just as beautiful as she was before last night. She’s possibly more beautiful because she survived. Because she is still standing in front of me and willing to give me what we both want. “I need you, Case,” she whispers.
I go to place my hands on her hips but pull them back. “I can’t … I’ll hurt you.” Hurting her is the last thing I want to do, but it’s also inevitable. It’s like the flu; you know you’re going to get it, you just don’t know when. And that’s because I have set her up. I know what our future holds, and it’s nothing good.
Instead of reaching for her this time when I lift my hand, I reach around her for the doorknob. I need out of this room. Her naked body is calling me to me, and I must find a way to deny it.
She leans her back against the door and places her arms over her chest, it pushes her perfect tits up, and I look down at her pink nipples. They harden as I stare at them, and I instinctively lick my lips. God, how I want my mouth wrapped around them.Walk away, Case.
“You could never hurt me,” she whispers as her eyes drop to see my hard cock behind my sweatpants. It leaves nothing to the imagination. And neither does she when she licks her lips.
You have no idea what I can do. I shake my head clearing it. “If I place my hands on you, I will hurt you.” My deep voice vibrates my chest as I speak the truth. I don’t know how to make love. And more importantly, I don’t want to make love. I need to own. Possess.
She sighs heavily as her arms fall to her side. “It’s because of last night, isn’t it? You don’t want me like that.”
The door rattles as I slap my hands on either side of her head. She gasps as I look down at her with narrowed eyes. “Don’t do that, sweetheart.” I breathe heavily as I push my hard cock between her legs. I can feel how hot her pussy is through my sweatpants. “Feel how hard I am for you?” I ask, and she whimpers. “I want you so fucking bad right now that I wouldn’t be able to be slow. I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from burying my cock so far inside of you while I hold you down by your hair.” Her blue eyes look up at me through her long, dark lashes and I can tell by her glazed look that her pussy is already wet just thinking about it. “I would bend you over the bed and fuck that tight little pussy while I fucked your ass with my finger.” A shiver runs through her body, and it takes everything I have not to remove my hands from the door and touch her. I lower my head to whisper in her ear. “You see, sweetheart. I can’t go easy on you because I don’t want to.” I pull away and look down at her lips parted as she breathes heavy and her eyes closed. “And you’re not ready for that.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
TAYLOR
I sit up on the hotel bed and look out the two windows that show off the beautiful city. I can see the sun start to rise in the distance. I’ve only been in bed for about two hours and haven’t had the chance to fall asleep yet. My mind is full of Case. He turned me down. Even when I tried to make him feel sorry for me, he called my bluff. What has happened to me? I’m trying to get pity sex.
I fall back onto the purple pillow and sigh as my body sinks into this bed. It feels like a cloud. Amazing! I wish he were in here to share it with me. But in a way, I know he was right. My body isn’t ready for sex with him. And there’s no way we could sleep in this bed together without me trying to jump his bones.
I close my eyes, but they immediately spring open when I hear my cell phone ring. I reach over and cuss when I see Blane light up my screen. Fuck! I didn't come home last night. Of course, he wants to know where in the hell I am. What can I tell him?
“Hello?” I answer trying to sound like he woke me from sleep.
“Taylor!” he growls. “Where in the hell are you?” he demands.
I go to open my mouth when the door to the bedroom swings open. “Who is calling you?” Case demands with thinned lips. I can tell by his heavy eyes that he really was asleep.
“Who was that?” Blane demands. “Are you at a man's house?”
“No!” I squeal sitting up. “I’m over at Jenna’s house, and that was her brother.” I lift my finger to my mouth and start to chew on my nails.
“What the hell are you doing at Jenna’s?” he questions but sighs as if he’s relieved.
