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I want to tell him that I love him, that we’ll get through this, but I don’t know how, especially with the crap with Melissa as well…
“Just get out of your head, precious, don’t let it overrule your heart.” He pleads quietly, and I take a deep breath and open my eyes, locking with his.
“Melissa borrowed money from the Hyenas,” I admit, knowing right now that information is the safest for me.
His eyes race between mine, and he says, “I’ll handle it, they won’t touch you.”
“I’m more worried for Mama, Ivy, Lake, and Raya,” I admit, especially Raya, but I don’t say that. I sigh, “They go after the ones you love the most, and they are my ones.”
He raises a brow and asks, “Not me then?” and I snort, my grip on his shirt tightening as I admit, “We both know they won’t touch you.”
He smirks as he gently rubs his thumb along my cheek and promises, “I’ll handle it.” I nod gently and close my eyes again, his musky scent mixed with oil hitting my senses, and I murmur, “My engine light has come on.”
He chuckles lightly and repeats, “I’ll handle it,” and I nod again before leaning forward, placing my head against his chest, causing him to drop his hand from my face and wrap his arms around my waist.
“Where’s Tate?” I ask, and his chest rumbles against my cheek as he mutters, “With Mama, she’s taking all the time she can get because, after tonight, she’ll be with you again.”
I nod, not denying him.
I’d have that little girl with me always if I could, but alas, she needs to attend preschool to get her ready for Kindergarten.
Damn, our baby would be nearly ready for that too.
I sigh softly and squeeze my eyes shut, and Nyx whispers, “You going to invite me up, precious?”
I swallow hard. I have two choices here, invite him up and finally tell him the truth, or deny him and walk away for good.
I walk away, telling him we’re done, but if I invite him up, then I’m willingly putting my heart back on the line.
Listen to my heart that wants to hold him tight always, or listen to my head that keeps sending fear through me?
Chapter 15
Fury
I push Skylar up against her door, moving the bolt across at the same time, all while not taking my lips off hers. The lips I have missed so fucking much. The fire between us ignites, my body finally waking up.
Fuck, I honestly thought she was going to deny me.
I knew what was going through her head. Push me away, we’re done, invite me up, she’s risking her heart, but what she doesn’t realize is that I was coming up one way or another. I was just being nice.
I’m never spending a night without her again.
I press my body up against hers as our tongues tangle, and I groan, her taste overtaking me.
After she gently pushed me out of the way and grabbed my hand, I managed to keep my composure until we reachedher door on the second floor after entering the well-secured apartment building that Mama Lopez got her. I yanked her into me and pressed my lips against hers for the first time in nearly five years, and instead of pushing me away and smacking me as I expected, she fucking melted.
Skylar moans into my mouth as I gently press my hard cock against her stomach, and I swallow the sounds, deepening the kiss as I grab her skirt and tear it.
She gasps, breaking the kiss, and we lock eyes, but not once do I stop tearing her skirt, not giving a shit, before I chuck the fabric on the floor and grip her blouse next.
Without breaking eye contact, I tear the blouse open, buttons flying everywhere, and her pupils dilate with lust as her breathing increases, and I take her in, her white lace bra on display.
Fuck me, that is a sight.
Growling, I slam my lips against hers as I roughly pull her blouse off.
I need her, I fucking need her now.
