Page 210 of Torrid Passion
CHAPTER 36
Lochlan
The doorbell rings.
Finally!
I drop the plates I’m holding on the dining room table. With an eager step, I eat up the floor underneath me until I reach the door. I fling it open and my girl is standing there looking pretty.
Damn, it’s been too long.
I can’t ignore the shock of lust shooting through my body as I take her in. Igrab her face in both hands, gently pulling her inside. She struggles to drop her handbag on the console table near the door. Once she does, I pivot us both around, kick the door closed with my foot, push her back until she hits the wall and take her lips in a searing kiss.
How the hell did I live without this for ten days?
Ipry her lips open and plungemytongue deep inside her mouth.Istroke against her tongue as I deepen the kiss and I ravish her mouth hard, hot and dirty. As much as I’m dying to fuck up her hairdo, I don’t. It’s too pretty. Instead, my hands rove over her back. Slowly, they travel down until I’m cupping her ass. I squeeze hard, as I pull her against my swollen cock. I let out a low growl as I grind against her, the thick outline digging into her stomach.
Fuck, I need her.
“I missed you so much, gorgeous,” I murmur against her lips.
“I missed you, too––”
Suddenly, sadness veils her beautiful face and a tear rolls down her cheek. Then another. And another. Soon, she’s crying.
“Hey, hey, hey. Kyla, what’s going on?”
She doesn’t respond. Her little body is trembling in my arms.
“Talk to me,” I coax.
Still no answer.
“They didn’t like the script?” I ask.
She just came from a half day meeting with UTV.com. I was sure they were going to love the script. I guess I was wrong.
Shit.
She must be crushed.
She really had her heart set on this.
I pull her against my chest. Her hands grip at my t-shirt. I circle my arms around her and hold her close. I don’t rush her. If I could make the hurt go away, I would.
“You’re shivering,” I note.
“I––” she sobs. “Oh, God––” another sob. “I––” She’s too emotional.
I cradle her head against my shoulder and kiss her hair. “It’s okay. Take your time.”
Several minutes tick by before she finds her composure. When she does and only shuddering breaths remain, I gently pull away from her.
“I’m sorry things didn’t go as planned,” I say wiping away her tears with my thumbs. “I know you’ve really worked hard on the script. I’m sure if you pitch it around, it’ll get picked up in no time.”
“That’s not it,” she says in a small voice.
“I’m sorry?” I frown.
