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Hearing her say she was afraid was a punch to the fucking gut.
“Of me?” I asked, my voice shaky. “You were afraid of me?”
She shook her head. “No, William. Not of you, but what you do. Of how much I still wanted you after I watched you take a man’s life. What did that say about me?”
“Jade…”
She placed her finger against my lips, but my place in the club needed to be explained as well as how that wasn’t going to change. It couldn’t.
“Let’s go inside and talk.”
I nodded. “Okay, but where’s Junior?”
“He’s staying with my mother. I wanted us to discuss some things first.”
“Let me get my bike put up, then we’ll go inside and talk.”
I walked toward my bike, a little more hopeful about our situation. She had to want to be together if she came all this way, right?
Chapter Eleven
SANDMAN
She jumped at the click of the door when it closed. Her hands caressed her stomach. Nervous? Scared? It was me, the man she claimed to love. Anguish and anger surged through me. She had to know I would never hurt her. Despite what she’d witnessed me do, I wouldn’t cause her any pain if I could help it. I’d given her three damn months to come to terms with everything.
My heavy footsteps echoed off the hardwood floors. She became more fidgety with each step until I stood directly behind her. My body towered over hers, and I craved her so much, ever since the last time I’d seen her.
The heat from her curves caressed my chest, and she sagged into me when I wrapped my arms around her waist, loving the softness of her body. I’d missed her so much. I hope she understood what Sam had done was beyond horrible, and I’d done what needed to be done.
My breath kissed her skin as I hovered over her neck, rubbing her arms. Goose pimples covered her flesh. Even though I knew we needed to talk, I wanted to feel her. Connect with her again. Her body called to me.
“I missed you, Angel.”
“I missed you too, William. So much.”
Her breathy reply went straight to my groin, the bulge in my blue jeans swelling. My name coming from her lips sounded magical. It had been too long since I’d heard the silkiness of her voice or smelled her intoxicating lavender and vanilla scent. I was home again.
I trailed kisses down the side of her neck and across her shoulders, my fingers lightly tracing a path over her soft skin.
“Are you ready to talk?”
I wanted her to say no. I was ready to be inside her.
“Or…” My voice trailed off.
She twisted in my arms, facing me, our mouths inches apart. She leaned against the wall of my foyer, and I planted my hands on either side of her head, above her.
“Or?” She ran the pad of her thumb across my bottom lip.
I flicked my tongue, licking it. “Or you can let me eat that pretty pussy of yours before I fill you with my cum.” A soft gasp escaped her. “I bet you anything if I touched you, you’d be dripping for me. Wouldn’t you, Angel?”
“Yes.”
I dropped to my knees and pushed her long skirt up her thighs. Yanking her cotton panties down, I ran my nose along her moist folds, inhaling her sweet musky scent.
She moaned my name, burying her hands in the thick strands of my hair. I tossed one of her legs over my shoulder and furiously devoured her.
Jade’s taste was intoxicating, so addicting. I could eat her pussy all night long if she’d let me. Gently, she rocked her hips against my tongue as I licked, sucked, did everything possible to consume her until she cried out in ecstasy.
