Ihave lost my fucking mind. Trying to calm the storm inside me that wants to destroy everything until all that’s left standing is the woman in my office, I down two fingers of bourbon.
Breathe. You’re going to scare her.
When I have myself under control, I walk back to stand in front of my desk and finally let myself look at her. Christ, she’s a vision. Her hair is messy from dancing, her face flushed, her green eyes bright like Christmas lights. I can’t help but run my gaze up her shapely legs, over the curves hidden beneath the short dress, and the creamy, exposed flesh of her cleavage, back up to her beautiful face. I need her closer. I need to smell her, touch her.
“Come here.”
She hesitates only for a moment. My cock twitches behind my zipper at her obedience as she comes to stand in front of me. Her perfume intoxicates me. A rich vanilla bourbon scent. Lust and need and anger are at war within me. I decide the anger is the easiest to deal with.
“You fucking left without the courtesy of even a goodbye. Just fucking left, Lennon. Why? I understand why you left Tampa. But why did you leave me?”
A tiny furrow appears between her brows. Her gaze is flicking back and forth between my eyes like she’s trying to figure out why I care.Interesting.
Finally, her expression softens. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. Something like shame flitters across her expression. “Can you forgive me?”
What she doesn’t know is she could rip out my heart with her bare hands, and I would use my dying breath to forgive her. Just the fact that she cares enough to want my forgiveness is enough. Her words are a balm to my anger. The flames die, leaving only embers. And those embers are being stoked by a different kind of fire as I let my gaze wander from her eyes over her face, over the familiar planes of her cheekbones, the dusting of freckles on her flushed skin, the new crinkles around her eyes. The perfect bow of her mouth, her plush bottom lip.
Her tongue flicks out and licks those lips and a jolt of lust hits me right in the cock.
I lose it.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her into me. A sexy little gasp leaves her lips. Her hot palms are pressing against my chest, burning through my shirt. Her body’s stiff. Her eyes are wide, a deeper blush blooming on her face and chest.
Reaching up, I run my knuckles over her cheek, slowly down to the soft, warm swell of her cleavage. The girl is gone and in her place is this beautiful, sweet, incredibly soft, curvy creature. I smile inwardly as goosebumps break out on her skin.
She may have been able to walk away from me, to tell herself she doesn’t want me. But her body says differently. It says she’s still mine.
Sliding my hand into the silky bulk of her hair, I grip it tight, holding her still. Her eyes are mesmerizing, glittering with both desire and fight. Her exhale is warm and sweet with alcohol against my mouth.
“Are you happy?” I whisper against her lips.
A flicker of pain in her eyes tells me everything I need to know.
I pause, savoring the moment I’ve dreamed about for a decade and giving her a chance to stop me. When she doesn’t, I press my mouth to her plush, warm lips.
Her body surrenders, leaning into me, and I wrap my arm tighter around her. As my tongue sweeps against hers, an electric current shoots right to my cock. I deepen the kiss, unable to hold back the moan in my throat, unable to stop devouring this woman in my arms. Right where she should be. Because I have the strangest sense of coming home.
I’m completely lost in the pleasure of having her back in my arms when she suddenly pulls back and looks into my eyes. And I see the panic behind the lust.
Fuck.
I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers, getting my breathing under control. I want to comfort her, but I don’t know how. “Lennon.”
“What do you want from me, Sandro?”
Her question makes my eyes snap open.
What do I want from her?
Every-fucking-thing. I want her mouth and her cunt, her heart, her soul. I want to mark her, to own her, to letthe world know she’s mine. I want her trust, her devotion, her future. I want to devour her.
I want everything I have no fucking right to ask for or deserve.
I grab her and spin her around, plopping her ass on the edge of the desk. Running my hands up her bare calves and over her knees, I watch her eyes hood, her breaths rise and fall quicker. Her thighs are silky soft skin over taught muscle. I dig my fingers in and spread them, seating my hard cock against her core.
A whimper escapes her lips.
“What do I want?” I slide one hand up to grip her jaw and make sure she sees the absolute fucking need in my eyes. “I want to finish what I started ten years ago.”
