“I just need you to be you.” He slid his shirt over his shoulders and dropped it on the floor, revealing his solid chest, sculpted abs, and muscle upon muscle covered in intricate ink.
“I can be me as long as we’re the only two in this room right now. No outside influences, no bad memories, and no unnecessary noise.”
“I’ll give you what you want.” He reached behind his back and took his gun from the waistband of his pants and set it on the windowsill. That part, the gangster, was the undeniable part of him that I couldn’t get used to. “But then I’ll expect you to give me what I want in return,” he said.
“I want to be with you.”
Seizing the opportunity to be with him again was all I could think about. When he removed his shoes and socks, and thenunbuckled his belt, an electric tingle pulsed between my legs. My desire for him was too strong to deny. Whatever I had to do to stay with him, I would figure out.
“Sable.” He inched toward the bed and cupped the side of my face in his hand. “I dreamed about being this close to you every night we were apart.”
“I haven’t slept much.”
“I’m sorry.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I was wrong.”
I slipped off the bed and undid the button on his pants before lowering his zipper. He lifted my shirt over my head and flung it on the floor.
“We can make up for our mistakes tonight.” I dropped to my knees, tugging his pants down along with his boxer briefs, and revealing his impressive erection.
“What are you doing?” He tipped my chin and gazed down at me.
“Starting here.”
“No,” he said. “Your lip. It will hurt.”
“I can endure a little pain for you.”
“It’s my job to endure all the pain for you.”
“That’s romantically twisted.”
“I’m nothing if not romantically twisted.” He yanked me to my feet. “Let’s keep it simple.”
“Is anything ever simple with us?”
A soft laugh flowed from his lips, keeping the mood light, but his expression was harsh, not at all my carefree Milo. Bending down, he removed his pants from his ankles.
“As complicated as things are right now, I want to be with you too.” He sat on the edge of the bed and grasped my hips in his hands. “Let’s take these off.”
He hooked his fingers on either side of my panties and shimmied them down my thighs. Pressing his lips to my ribs,he freed me from my panties as he placed soft kisses along my stomach.
“Come here.” When he lifted me onto his lap, I straddled his waist. “I want to fuck you.”
“I’m yours.”
“I want to believe that.”
“Let me show you.”
I swiped my tongue across his lips as I raised my hips. He gripped his length in his hand and pushed the tip against my hot, wet slit. Wiggling my pelvis, I sheathed him until he was deep.How I missed this…him.I arched my back as I rocked into him and indulged in having him inside me.
He was my path forward.
“Fuck.” He tangled his hands in my hair as he kissed and nipped at my neck, leaving a burn in his wake. He dug his fingers into my hips, moving me up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “I missed your pussy.”
“I missed you.” I held onto his shoulders as his upward thrusts became more intense. “I’ve ached for your possessive touch and the sense of comfort your intensity brings.”
“Because your instincts tell you it’s natural for me to protect you.” He raised me off his lap and dropped me onto my back. “I’m always going to do that, but you have to stop getting in my way.”
