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“I could show you too, if you’re not convinced,” I offer—praying like fucking hell she takes me up on the offer.

“Well, actually that’s whatIwas trying to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Show you how much… I care…about you,” she confesses.

I’ve been called many things in my life.Some of them true, some false; some were well-deserved and others not, but one thing I’ve never been is stupid.

“Then show me, Angel.I’m all yours,” I invite and hope like hell she doesn’t back out.

Chapter48

Torrent

I sound so crazy.I hate it, and I’m probably giving Devil whiplash with the way I war with myself and switch my brain around on him.I’m having trouble being the Torrent I was before all of this.The Torrent who saw what she wanted, took it and to hell with anyone else.I miss her because there are times now she’s replaced by someone shy and timid and that has never been me.I’m afraid to take the wrong step.Still, I know I need to tread carefully.I can’t go through anything like I did with my father, not again.I may hate it, but I am…delicateright now.I’m so unsure of everything.The one thing I’m positive of right now is… Devil.

I’m safe with him.

Everything in me feels that and I’m going to trust in it—even if I have to fight myself to do it.

I take a breath and then bunch my fingers in the hem of his shirt.He laid on my bed fully clothed last night.He slept all night in his jeans and shirt.It couldn’t have been comfortable, but he didn’t press for more either.

“Lean up,” I ask quietly as I pull his T-shirt from his body.He helps me navigate it over his head and I ignore the way my heart keeps slamming against my chest.Once I’m done I throw the shirt down on the floor.“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” I tell him.He grins up at me lazily.

“No one was stopping you, Angel,” he says, but he’s wrong.I was stopping myself.I second guess myself constantly now, but I’ve vowed to stop doing that with Devil.He says I’m safe with him, and in my heart I believe him.

I drag my gaze back down to his now bare chest.He’s not one of these pretty boys who has waxes and man-scaping done.I always suspected that, but looking at the hair on his chest, it’s confirmed.I actually like that he has hair there.It’s not overly hairy, but enough that I want to press my chest against his and rake my breasts through it,feel it…

“How did you get this?”I ask, my finger moving over an old scar, which is obviously a knife wound.It’s so close to his heart that I inwardly cringe.

“Someone tried to kidnap Diesel’s kid.I made the mistake of going easy on them because it was a woman…” He shrugs.My fingers stall over the scar and I look at Devil.

“Women can be as deadly as a man,” I tell him, knowing that to be true.How many times in my past was I overlooked because of my sex?I always used it to my advantage… at least until I found myself a prisoner with no chance of escape.

“Learned that the hard way, Angel,” he says.

I lean down to kiss the scar, feeling the hard raised ridge against my lips.

“You can trust me, Logan,” I tell him, needing him to understand that.“I know I haven’t made it easy, but I’ve had a lot going on.I never would have lied if?—”

He brings his fingers up to my lips to stop me from talking.

“It’s the past, Torrent.All in the past.The only thing that matters is what’s between us and in front of us right now.The only thing I regret about the past is that I didn’t try harder to find you after that damn nun told me you left.”

“You tried to find me?”I whisper, feeling happy at his words.

“Not hard enough and for that I’m sorry,” he tells me, his words solemn and forthright.

“It’s all in the past.Nothing matters but what’s between us right now,” I respond giving his words back to him.

I let my fingers travel down his body, drawing an imaginary line that only I can see.I pass a few other scars and one looks like it was caused from a bullet.I don’t ask about it; I’m not sure I really want to know right now.Even with the scars marring his skin, he’s utter perfection.Men usually don’t like to be called beautiful, but there’s no other word for Devil.I don’t share that with him, however.My hands go to his jeans and I unlatch the button and carefully slide the zipper down over the large bulge pressing against the denim.

My hands shake a little.It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man, but it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to be with one too.

I trace the tattoo that hangs low on his groin.It’s a 666 that starts black and slowly fades into different hues of red until the tips of the 6’s all are bright, fiery red.

“I can’t believe you have this tattoo,” I smile, then slide further down his legs so I can bend down and trace the numbers with my tongue.

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