Page 56 of His Old Lady

"Why are you giving me your key back?" she whispered.

What was she supposed to do without him? What about the bar? What about her?

His gaze intensified before he looked down at his hand, cupped around hers. The energy between them shocked her. Surely, he felt her trembling.

"I still have my key." He brought his hand up and hooked her hair over her ear without letting go of her. "This one is a spare for you."

Elation filled her. He wasn't leaving her life.

"You heard about me locking my keys inside?" she said.

Cupping her neck, he ignored her question. "Your pulse is racing."

She leaned her head into his touch. This was the closest he'd been to her since...since he'd kissed her. She held still, afraid if she moved, he'd leave.

"I don't know what to do with you," he whispered tightly. "You drive me fucking crazy."

His hand fisted her hair. She came up to her toes, silently begging him not to stop.

Anguish etched his face. She couldn't tell if he was going to push her away or drag her toward him. Her lips parted, wanting to taste him. Run her mouth all over his body.

He played with her heart, touching her. He gave her hope, staying with her. Why couldn't he admit that there was something unbreakable between them? Why couldn't he admit what had happened between them was mutual? Was still mutual?

He brought her forward by her hair, giving her no wiggle room. Placing his forehead on hers, he breathed raggedly. Her knees buckled at the swarm of desire consuming her.

There was no reason for him to say the words. She could feel everything.

Tears stung her eyes. She grabbed onto his vest as her whole body quaked, responding to the unapologetic roughness.

He growled, tilting her head. She gasped as he claimed her mouth. All she could do was hold on to him.

She couldn't keep up with his attempt to destroy her with one kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, distracting her from her feet, leaving the floor.

Curley pressed her down, softness cushioning her back, and she realized he'd put her on the couch. He kneed her legs wider and sunk his thigh against her pussy, putting some of his weight on her.

His lips owned her while his tongue consumed her. She moaned, energized that he was here, and touching her. Yanking on the back of his vest, she wiggled her fingers underneath his clothes.

Quickly losing strength, she succumbed to the arousal spiraling inside of her. When he pulled his mouth off her, she whined, grabbing for him.

He straightened, shrugging off his vest, setting his pistol on the floor, and reached behind his neck and dragged his shirt over his head. She sprawled her hands on his stomach, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.

The years had been kind to him.

The defined muscles down the front of him were still hard behind her fingers, and she knew if she lowered her hands, her thumbs would slip right into the small indentions on each hip.

He yanked at the hem of her shirt. She pushed up to her elbows, letting him rip her shirt off.

His grunt drew her attention. She followed his gaze to her black bra. She undid the front clasp and let the material snap to her sides, not bothering with getting the thin straps off her arms because Curley already had her jeans unzipped and dragged the denim down her thighs, pulling her body with the material.

She grabbed on to the couch, not wanting to move out from underneath him. The urgency and fear that he'd leave her too soon or change his mind put her in a panic.

Grasping for him. His belt. His jeans.

He stood, then leaned over and picked her up. She looped her arms around his neck, kissing beneath his ear.

She ignored where he carried her because she was in his arms. He'd started a fire inside of her that continued to blaze. He could have her out in the front yard for all the neighbors to see, and she wouldn't care.

He lowered her. Subconsciously aware of being in her room, she kept ahold of him, taking him to the bed with her. Wrapping her legs around his thighs, she moved to lock her ankles to keep him close, and his broad body pushed her thighs apart.

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