A swift bite to the inside of her lower lip sent enough pain through her to give her a wake-up call.Coldly arching an eyebrow, she waited.
Amusement glided over his expression as he bent his elbows and allowed himself to come closer.His warm breath skated over her lips and she had to force herself not to move nearer and allow them to connect.
“Care to tell me what’s got the bee in your bonnet?”A brief pause.“Babe?”
“Just because I wanted a beer doesn’t mean there is anything wrong.”
He narrowed his eyes and she swallowed, realizing she wanted to see those icy green eyes without the colored contacts in them.Before she could move away, he gripped her throat then moved his thumb along her skin.
Heart kicking up, she watched him as he observed her.Thumb moving to her lower lip, he pressed it in then dragged his digit away.
“Don’t hide from me, Jasmine.We’re in this together.You and me.The hell with the rest of the world.”
If only.
Giving in to her need to touch him, she settled her hand on his cheek.Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply.The prickly stubble along his jaw abraded her palm and she curved her fingers, moving them so her fingertips slid over his skin.
“This is your life.You need to think carefully about your decision.Do what’s best for you, not for anyone else.”
He inhaled deeply and brushed their lips together.“My life includes you, Jasmine.”
Her heart wrenched and she blinked back tears of desperation and frustration.She was desperate for a man like him, one who would love her unconditionally.Frustration because she wasn’t going to have that.It wasn’t in her wheelhouse.She wasn’t a person anymore.She was a ghost.Not meant to have a normal life.
“Maybe you two can stop playing kissy-face and we can finish this discussion.”
Lance nipped her lip, not even bothering to look in Mark’s direction at his complaint.“I’d rather kick him out and fuck you in the kitchen.Shove my fingers deep in this pussy of mine.Sink to my knees and lift one of your legs over my shoulder while I lick you to at least five screaming orgasms.”
Said pussy clenched with desire.“Five?Aiming high?”
“Guys!”
They ignored him.Lance dragged his nose along her skin.“I can more than deliver, baby.Challenge me again and I’ll show you right here.I don’t give a fuck who is in this apartment.”
She believed him.
Chapter Twelve
Sooner or later we’ve all got to let go of our past.
~ Dan Brown
Feet tucked beneath her on the couch, Jasmine exhaled slowly as she stared out of the window to the sunny afternoon.Her navy blue, low-riding, fleece wide-leg pants offered warmth that one may think she didn’t need on a day like today.But sometimes she merely needed the comfort.Even so, she had tugged on a pale pink form-fitting tank.
It’s time for a change.Time to get away from the heat and blazing sun.
Normally she enjoyed it, but right now she could go for something dark and cold to hide away in.Insecurities rising with the speed of the tide, she swallowed back her guilt.
The drugs, using her sister.Her twin.All the other things she’d done in her past after being burned.Part of it was survival, sure, but she couldn’t blame all of her behavior on such a thing.
She readjusted her position and tugged her legs up so she could rest her chin on her knees.Arms wrapped around her shins, she closed her eyes.
Time vanished and she sank into her thoughts, the good, the bad, and definitely the ugly.
A hand on her shoulder.
Without hesitation, she reacted.Lunging up and around in a single move, she struck for the throat, meaning to incapacitate as she wasn’t carrying.Not a mistake she would make again.
“Holy fuck!”
