Page 12 of Broken Promise

My hands push her pretty pink top higher upher body until I pull it over her head. White lace cups her breastsand the sight alone is enough to send my thoughts into disarray. Iwait for her to protest but she doesn’t say anything to stopme.

“And what is the truth, Wesley?” she asksinstead.

“I want you,” I say honestly. “I’ve wantedyou for as long as I can remember. One day you were a little girlwith skinned knees and the next you were a woman capable ofbringing me to my damn knees.”

“Wesley…”

I talk over her, not wanting to hear whatshe has to say before I’m done speaking. “I hate when any other mancomes close to you even if it is a friend or even one of mybrothers. I hate that Jacob got to kiss you before I did and Ifucking hate that I made you cry.”

I stare at her as she works through everyword I’ve just said. I can see what I’ve said has her holding backso I tell her the last secret I’ve been keeping.

“I bought your house.”

“You what?” she asks with a frown.

“It was all I thought I could keep. But Iwant to keep you. I want you to be mine.”

She smiles sadly before kissing my lips.“I’ve always been yours, Wesley. You were the only thing keeping usapart.”

Using her hair for leverage, I tilt her headto the side and kiss her deeply. I kiss her until we are bothbreathless before I pull away.

“I need you,” I say. “Not just now orbecause I’m hurting. I need you in my life forever. These lasthours have been the worst of my life, and it was only that muchworse because I thought you were gone forever.”

Chapter Six

Karmen Jones

Every single word that falls from his lipsis exactly what I have been wanting to hear for years. My heart isbeating so hard I fear it will crack a damn rib as I watch him. Idon’t want him to say anything he’ll regret once he’s sober.

“I think we should talk once you’resober.”

He laughs harshly. “Figured you wouldn’tbelieve me.”

“I believe every word out of your mouth. ButI don’t want you to regret making life-changing decisions onceyou’re sober.”

“I’m not drunk,” he says with a smirk.“You’ve seen me drunk, this isn’t it.”

“Regardless…”

“Woman, shut up,” he interrupts. “I don’tcare if we have to stay in this room until tomorrow for you tobelieve me. You aren’t leaving until we sort this out.”

“And what does that look like, Wesley?”

“Let me show you.”

He grabs me behind my head and slams hislips to mine once more. The faint taste of bourbon still lingers ashe pushes his tongue into my mouth. He adjusts me, helping mestraddle him in his chair.

He grinds his jean-covered erection againstmy sex and I can’t hold back the moan that falls from my lips. Hekisses along my neck until his lips reach the lace cup of mybra.

“You need to tell me to stop,” he saysagainst the skin of my breast.

“Fuck, no,” I murmur. “I’ve been thinking ofthis for a long time.”

“Thinking about what?”

He waits patiently for me to reply but I’msuddenly shy. I don’t how to explain the dirty things I have beenimagining him doing to me for years. Instead, I take his left handand place it on my breast. A small smile plays at his lips as hisfingers skim along my cleavage.

“You skin is so soft.”

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