Page 64 of Murder

My finger finds the left side of her mouth: so soft. My jaw twitches as I look into her eyes. “Gwen. You think I care about this?”

Her brows arch: an unsure look.

Despite it all, I know I have to make her sure. I speak softly. “You think this—this little part of you—you think it bothers me? Would bother someone else?”

A tear falls down her round cheek, and my chest aches so much, I look down on instinct, checking for a wound. Of course, there’s nothing visible.

“Open the door, Gwenna.”

She drags her gaze away from mine and turns back to it. I try to inhale, but every part of me is buzzing and I can’t slow down.

My eyes rake over her: the shape of her under my coat. I fist my hands as she pushes the door open.

More than anything in all my life, I long to scoop her up and press her up against me. Standing still— not doing that— It makes my chest ache.

You can’t. It doesn’t matter how you feel.

Gwenna steps inside her living room and turns toward me. Her face flickers with emotion: delicate and fragile. Vulnerable. Because I took what wasn’t mine. I sought comfort from her. From day one, I’ve gotten in too deep with her. Tonight, I did the unforgiveable.

So turn around and go. Your course is set.

I try to tell myself that walking into the cabin behind her will lead to more hurt down the road—for both of us. Logic has no place within me right now, though.

I need to wipe it off her face: that look. And then I’ll step away. I could end tonight on a high note, and then fabricate something: a long trip. After which I come back and pay my debt. Tonight, though—I could bowtie all this, leave her feeling beautiful and good.

Isn’t that the least that I can do for her?

Gwenna sighs. “I just wish I knew what you were thinking. Earlier… I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Or was that even it?” She puts her head in her hands. “I should shut up now. I know. If you don’t want things to be—”

I go to her in one long stride and take her arms in my hands.

“Gwen.” I look down at her face. “That little mouth…” I run my tongue over my own lips while my heart pounds. “You think I don’t want you? That I don’t want these lips…on every part of me?” My voice runs ragged. I swallow as I touch the corner of her mouth. Her eyes widen.

I stroke her lower lip, and my cock throbs.

“I could push you up against the wall—” I take her shoulders, turn her toward the nearest wall— “and rip these leggings off.” My fingers pluck at the elastic waistband. One delves inside, stroking soft, hot flesh.

“I could kiss those lips and then I’d eat that pussy one more time. Does it have red curls? I know it does. I had wondered; now I know. I could push my cock inside you, Gwen. I’d push in deep—until it almost hurts it feels so fucking good. Until you can’t move, and then you’re mine to take, you’re mine to please.”

I wrap a hand around the back of her head, forcing her to look up at me. Her nipples jut against the fabric of her shirt. I twist one, groaning as my dick throbs.

“Do you know how long it’s been?” She gasps and starts to pant. “It’s been a long time, Gwen.” I laugh, the mirthless sound of giving up. “I love this body. When we spar, I watch your tits—” I palm one now— “I watch your soft, round ass and want to sink my fingers into that plump pussy.”

I cup her breast and stretch my hand down toward her swollen lips.

Her eyes slip shut, and anger throbs within me. That she’d give herself to me so easily. That she looks so wanton and relaxed. That this is what we could have had. It makes me crazy.

I press my hand against her, willing my probing fingers to be still. I press my mouth against her hair. “You said you trust me earlier. But you don’t know me, Gwenna. You don’t know if you can trust me.” My fingers find her swollen clit, then part her soft, slick lips.

She rocks against me. “Yes,” she moans. Her eyes open. They’re glossy. Dazed. “I think…I can.” She swallows and I prod her hot, wet center. I make her shudder—just this once.

I thumb her clit and push inside her with the tip of my finger. Her hips jerk. She makes a little “ahh” that I feel in my balls.

“Does anybody know you’re seeing me? Does your best friend know you’re taking risks? Because this body needs it so damn much?”

She shoves my hand away, her brown eyes hot. “It’s not about me needing sex. You think I’m not embarrassed? Putting myself out there? Because I am.” Her eyes glisten again. She jerks my hand out of her pants and takes a step back, until her back touches the wall. “I wish I didn’t feel like this. You’re impossible to read! I’m always off balance.” She lets a big breath out and waves at the door. “I don’t like games, but I like you and I don’t know why. If it’s too much or I’m pushing, if it’s all me, then you should leave.”

This is my out.

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