Page 73 of Cruel Possession
“Why what?”
“Why do you want me to stay?” She nibbles her bottom lip before looking away from me.
This is the least confident I’ve ever seen her. Normally, she’s strutting around like she owns the world. She doesn’t let anyonesee this part of her. The part that’s a little unsure. The part that wants to belong in a family since the one she has is less than what a family should be.
I put a hand on her chair, forcing her to face me. “You are my peace in the middle of all this shit I’m always dealing with. I want you around. I want you here with me because since you walked into my life, I haven’t been able to so much as get it up for the thought of anyone else.”
She bursts out laughing, shaking her head, amusement shining in her eyes. “Romantic.”
“If you want romance, you’d be staying with the wrong person. I’m not romantic and I’m never going to be, but I’d kill and die for you.”
“I don’t want to go.” She says the words so soft that they’re barely more than a whisper.
“Then stay with me.”
“I don’t know if I can do that either. How can we, with all the bad blood between us?”
She tries to get up again, but the moment she does, I pull her into my lap, holding her tight.
I’m not going to give her the chance to run away. Not when she’s said that she wants to stay here with me.
“Yes, there’s bad blood between us, and I’m sure there are some things we’re never going to be able to forgive each other for.”
“Then why bother?”
“To know love is to know pain.”
Zoe still looks unsure, shifting in my lap slightly, causing my cock to swell against the curve of her ass.
She shakes her head. “Now really isn’t the time for that, don’t you think?”
“Seems like a good enough time.” I chuckle and press a kiss to the side of her neck. “I’m serious, though. I want you here with me, but I want it to be because you want to be here.”
“I want to be here.”
“Good. I wasn’t sure I could let you go.”
“But everything else?—”
“Can wait for now.”
I lean in and kiss her, my lips pressing to hers, slow, taking my time to memorize the feeling of her. The taste of her.
Her hands go up my chest and over my shoulders, fingers pressing into my muscles. Zoe uses her grip on me to steady herself as she turns around, straddling my lap.
My hand presses against the small of her back, dragging her body closer to mine.
I deepen the kiss, tongue sliding past her lips, tangling with hers as one of her hands sinks into my hair, pulling on the strands, dragging me closer as she rolls her hips.
She gasps when I bite down on her bottom lip.
Her hips rock against me.
All I want is to shed the clothes between us and bury myself in her.
Zoe smirks as she leans back enough to peel off her tight shirt and toss it to the ground. “You’re staring.”
My hand slides up her back, reaching for the clasp on her bra, undoing it and letting the silky material fall away.
