Page 64 of For Wrath and Redemption
I spend half of my free time plotting how to make her pay for fucking my father and the other half thinking of ways to get her back into my bed.
And the thing I don’t want to admit, even to myself, is that I want to keep her. I want her to be mine. I just don’t know in what capacity.
Sex slave? Soulmate?
At the moment, my brain can’t identify a difference.
I spend the rest of Lisbon trying like hell to get her out of my fucking head, but after the plane ride to Madrid, I resign myself to riding it out. Fucking her might be a successful way to satiate my cravings, but I doubt it. It would probably just make me more ravenous for her, if that’s even possible. My chess game is so fucked.
I get no peace from Claire Davis. I am in so much fucking trouble.
Fuck her for being so fucking tempting. Fuck her for being everything I dream about.
But fuck, do I want to fuck her.
I bounce my eyes between her ass and the sweaty little curls at the nape of her neck as we walk back from the hotel gym. Her husky voicepunctures my bubble, and I swallow back a groan. Why is her voice so goddamn sexy?
“What?” I snap, and she turns just enough to glower at me.
“I asked if you’d had a chance to look at the schedule for today.”
“Yeah. Volunteering in the kitchen at a homeless shelter. Photo op. Another guitar cover video if we have time.”
She nods. “Good.”
I roll my eyes at her back like a petulant teenager, and we don’t talk again until we’re back in the suite. I know my attitude isn’t helping anything, but if being an ass gives me space, I have to try it.
“I’m showering first.” I push past her and don’t give her a chance to protest. “Order me breakfast.”
I slam and lock the bathroom door behind me, then suck in lungsful of clean air. I can’t shower after her anymore. It becomes a sauna of lavender and sugar, and it gets me so fucking hard that I could black out. It’s difficult enough sleeping in the same room as her. Watching her silhouette through the glass partition. I could throw a blanket over it, but I’d just end up pulling it off again. Claire Davis’s shadow is my new porn.
Despite the lack of her scent in the shower, I still have to jerk off to relieve some of the tension. I’m not interested in anyone else. One word from Claire, one invitation, and I’d bend her over any surface possible and fuck her until her pussy squeezes every last ounce of cum from my body. I will fill her fucking up with it. Until it drips down her thighs. Until she can’t?—
“Hey. Can you hurry up? We need to leave in an hour, and I still have to get ready.”
I tilt my head to the ceiling and groan. This woman.
I turn off the water and climb out of the shower. I dry off, then wrap a towel around my waist before heading to the bedroom. Just as I round the corner, I run smack into Claire.
The way her eyes widen and that red tint colors her cheeks bring a satisfied grin to my face. Affecting her is my current drug of choice. It’s too bad she can’t replace the pills completely.
I take one step forward, and she takes one step back.
“I had my fingers in your pussy while you watched me jerk my dick, but me in a towel surprises you?”
She schools her face into a scowl. “I’m not surprised.”
“I know that blush, Trouble.” I take another step toward her, but instead of stepping back again, she stands taller. “I bet I know what you’re thinking, too.”
“You’ve been a moody, irritable asshole for two weeks. I’m not thinking about anything other than finishing this job and getting the fuck away from you and The Hometown Heartless.”
It makes my gut twist and my blood boil. I don’t want to admit the fear that overcomes me. The panic. But why? Because I haven’t made her pay yet? Or because I can’t stand the idea of losing her?
I push my conflicted feelings away and force another smile. I know it looks like a sneer. I don’t really care.
“Is this how you deal with your feelings, Davis? You run from them?”
She scoffs. “You’re one to talk. You’ve been drowning your demons in vodka and chasing it with Xanax. Newsflash,Hendrix,that shit is a temporary fix. It does nothing but make things worse, especially if you only have one fucking kidney.”
