My fighter is ready to push back and see where we fall.
“Surely, you can hear how ridiculous that sounds. I don’t even understand why it matters to you.”
Push.
I step closer and glower at the auburn beauty across from me. “Because it’s not his job to touch you.”
Shove.
“It’s not yours either, but that didn’t stop you.” She takes a measured step of her own while pointing an accusatory finger my direction.
We’re now face-to-face, glaring at one another. Teetering on the precipice of unchartered territory. A world of untold treasures that I shouldn’t want but can’t resist.
“That’s different,” I ground out through gritted teeth.
“Why is it different?”
“It just is.”
“How?” she demands, anger rising in her voice.
The final thread snaps.
We begin our freefall.
“Give me your hand.”
My booming command resounds through the living room.
She complies without hesitation, exactly as I suspected.
“And your other hand.”
Again, she obliges without question, and it makes my blood sing.
I slowly lift her arms until they’re extended straight up. The air between us sizzles and sparks with anticipation. Time stands still as my hands lingering on hers before slowly trailing down her arms and ribs to rest at her waist.
“Hold them there.” My voice is as shredded as my restraint. Both raw with hunger for her.
I lower my gaze and feast on the sight of her pebbled nipples reaching for me through the snug fabric of her shirt. She notices my focus, but instead of yanking her arms down to hide herself, her chest expands on a heady inhale.
“Don’t. Move,” I breathe before slowly dragging her shirt up and over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, bare from the navel up.
The rush of her submission is dizzying.
She’s incredible.
And I’m man enough to admit I’m not just attracted to her.
I’m fucking famished for her.
“What is this, DiAngelo? What’s happening?” The tenderness in her voice has my dick swelling to the point of pain. Because I know the truth. Her show of vulnerability isn’t weakness; it’s trust and courage. She’s trusting me not to hurt her, and there’s no more precious gift that a man can receive.
“This is me showing you that it’s not my job to touch you. It’s my duty because your body belongs to me.”
CHAPTER 30
TERINA
