“Damn straight, and I’m trying to fix what he’s done to you.”
“How?By pushing me?By making me go through it all over again?”
He jabbed a finger in her direction.“It’s all bottling up inside you.You won’t let yourself feel his betrayal.”
Lexie rocked her right foot back on its heel.She didn’t want to think about Julian or what he’d done.
“Or Anne Marie’s,” Cam said, pushing.
Her purse dropped from her shoulder to her forearm, and she clenched her hands tight.“Shut up.”
“Or Roxie’s.”His head cocked.“She couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.”
Lexie’s purse hit the floor, and her foot slammed down.“You bastard.”
She was on him before he could say another word.She charged across the living room, but he met her at the base of the steps.Her fists jarred against his shoulders as he caught her by the waist.“Why won’t you stop?”she hissed.
“Because I want you.”He jerked her to him.“And I want you whole.”
She pushed at his shoulders, but he kissed her.Hard.Lips tough and fierce, he went after her.He swung her off the landing and pulled her so close their bodies flattened against each other’s.
The kiss was raw and explosive.Lexie couldn’t stop him.
And she couldn’t stop herself.
She kissed him back, raking her teeth hard over his lower lip.All the rage, pain and horror came roaring back inside her.He’d been looking for an outlet for the mess inside her.Well, he’d just opened a port.
“You ruthless, heartless…”
He fisted his hand in her hair.“Cruel to be kind, sweetheart.”
Their mouths meshed again as she hooked a leg around his waist.He hitched her up, and she wrapped her thighs around him tight.Hardness pressed against her softness, and she nearly moaned.
She wanted contact.Pure, simple contact.She wanted to connect with someone, even him.Especiallyhim.
Forcing her hands between them, she tugged at his tie.“Off.”
She wanted it all off.
He went for her zipper and tugged her dress upward.Both garments hit the floor as he carried her across the living room.
Lexie ran her hands over him relentlessly.She’d finally managed to get his shirt undone, and she pressed her lips against his mouth, his neck and his muscled shoulders.He was warm and strong, and he was here.
The sensation of skin on skin filled her senses, and her aggression turned from anger to need.Someone in this world wanted her.
He wanted her.
He carried her into the bedroom.It was a corner room, and the view of Cobalt increased twofold.Sunlight spilled across the bed, and clouds seemed to float across the ceiling as the room jutted out atop the city.
“Don’t look,” he growled.
She didn’t see any of it.The tension was building up inside her, and it needed to get out.Now.She couldn’t stand it anymore.The feelings were too sharp.
Cam sat on the bed with her straddling his lap.He reached for a remote on the bedside table, but she pushed him back onto the mattress and caught the zipper of his pants.
Twisting around her, he dove for the remote anyway.She had his pants down to his knees by the time she heard the automatic blinds clanking shut.
“The height might not be bothering you,” he said, sitting back up to kiss her, “but I don’t want any voyeurs watching in.”
