Page 30 of Inflame Me
I scoop her up off the floor, her head popping up with a gasp. Her eyes are rimmed in red with tears leaking down.
“What are you …?”
“Quiet,” I tell her as I sit down on the small twin bed in the room. She rests her head on my chest, and it takes a while for the sobs to soften. Only then do I speak. “Want to tell me why you’re down here crying?”
“No.”
I let out a small chuckle. Dagger sure was right about her being a firecracker.
“Tanner, what’s wrong?”
Now it is her turn to laugh, but it’s not happy. No, this is saddened to the point of hysterics.
“What’s wrong? Hmm … Okay. Let me see, Rhys.” The way she snips my name out pisses me the fuck off, but I got her talking. The sooner I figure out her problem, the sooner I can fuck her. “I killed someone. I’m on the run with my mother. My mother is hurt to the point of being doped up most of the time. I pretty much lied to the cops, pulling shit out of my ass that I have no idea how I came up with. Once she gets better, I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to return home. She has no house, and no one will tell me what happened to my apartment. We have no money. I have no job. And I don’t know what in the hell I’m going to do!” By the last sentence, she has pulled away from my arms and is now sitting straight, looking at me like I’m the one losing my shit.
“Babe, it’ll all work out,” I tell her, which makes her cackle. Fuck, I hate that laugh.
“Sure. Just like magical fairies are going to come down, poop out rainbows, and make everything perfect and wonderful.”
I chuckle at her dramatics. “Stop being a smart ass.”
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t get it.”
“I get more than you think. You’ve got a lot of shit weighing on you and don’t know what to do. I get it. But you need to calm your shit so it can get better.”
“And how do you suppose I just forget everything that is wrong and make everything better?” she asks.
“Oh, I’ve got ways.”
Her eyes widen as she sucks in a breath.
I lean in and brush my lips slowly against hers. “I know lots of different ways, Sprite.”
Her entire body full-out shivers as I feel her heart thumping in her chest.
“Want me to make you forget?”
Her eyes search mine for a moment, a storm brewing inside of them. “Yes,” she whispers.
I waste not a second before kissing her, lifting her, and carrying her straight to my room. If I’m fucking her, I’m doing it in my damn bed.
I kick the door shut, turn her, and then press her against the door before lifting her hands above her head then slamming my lips to hers. The kiss is intense and brutal as hell, but she meets me at each turn, blowing my mind. She doesn’t struggle out of my grip and gives in, completely melting into me.
My free hand traces the curves over her body from breast to hip, her skin so fucking soft against my rough fingertips. Tanner shifts her feet as my hand goes under her shirt, feeling her warm skin as I painstakingly inch the shirt up. I break the kiss long enough to get the shirt over her head and off her body.
Her breasts are gloriously full and gorgeous.
Tanner continues to kiss me back, not protesting in the slightest. Good.
I unbutton her jean shorts and push them down over her beautiful hips. Then I step back abruptly, needing to see her. She moans at the loss, but doesn’t move her hands from above her head, even though I am no longer holding them there.
Tanner’s body is sexy as fuck. Sure, there are some bruises, but who gives a fuck? A light pink lace bra holds her breasts in place, and the matching underwear only makes me want to tear them off her body. A flower and butterfly tattoo expertly weaves up the side of her body. Fuck me.
Her chest rises and falls heavily, her eyes liquid. I’m gonna make her burn with need, burn to have me inside of her. Burn.
“On the bed,” I order.
Her eyes flicker as a pink tint forms in her cheeks. She hesitates then complies and climbs on the black comforter.
