Hell, I’d help him fight my uncle to end him.
But how can I know that you’ll want to?
I closed my eyes and stroked my hand over his strong back, wishing I couldknow.
We fit together—physically. The desire that burned between us had yet to fade or sizzle out. But that was just sex. A fling. A naughty, forbidden affair.
Andre and I hadn’t founded this affair on anything I could trust for anything more than feeling good at the moment.
We lacked a permanent tether, a meaningful one I could believe in.
Like…love.
19
ANDRE
Although Sofia stood with me under the cascade of warm water in the shower, a wall of distance blocked her from me.
Flush against me, she treated me to the divine reward of having every inch of her succulent skin within reach. That familiar burn of her touch taunted me. This soul-gripping closeness had my dick hardening and lifting.
Her nipples beaded and poked at my chest, and I hungered to suck on them.
Her thighs brushed against mine, her skin so smooth and soft and edging me on to push them apart so I could feel her cunt.
Her lips stayed closed, pressing against my pec as she sighed and snuggled up to me, both to offer support for me to lean on and to hug her tightly.
She was right here with me. Not as a nurse. Not as a friend or employee. Not even as a lover.
Because while she was here, with me, she was also far, far away. Lost to her thoughts. Stuck in her mind.
I was losing her, and I couldn’t stand that tragedy, that horror.
“Sofia.”
She didn’t stiffen. But she didn’t look up at me, either. “Hmm?”
I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t in the mood to pester her with questions to get to the bottom of why she was acting aloof. I didn’t have the patience to go gentle on her or figure out this discontent like I knew I should.
Surviving yet another bloodbath emphasized how special, how fragile, life could be. In the aftermath of getting out of that fight alive, I’d been warped to get home to her. To have her. To remember that I had more than family duty to live for.
Her distance was the very last thing I wanted to deal with. Tonight or any other time.
I needed her. I had to feel close to her before I could reclaim my sanity and know that this bond and deep connection was strong between us.
And the only way I could know she was still with me, still as addicted to me as I was her, was to gain her submission. Again.
Forfeiting the struggle to find the right words, I angled my head lower until I could kiss the corner of her mouth. She responded at once, almost as if I were jolting her out of her thoughts. Chasing my lips, she turned her head slightly to kiss me back.
There we go. That’s more like it.She had to stay with me. Focused on me.
So I turned away, moving my lips toward her jaw. Alternating between kissing her jaw, her neck, her cheek, with presses on her sweet mouth, I kept her suspended in waiting for me to give her what she wanted.
Teasing her.
Holding back.
And giving her just enough rope to snare herself in caving to me completely.
