Page 64 of No Mercy
She smelled so fucking good. I recognized the faint scent of lavender. She seemed to favor it. The little skirt and see-through blouse, were meant as not so subtle tools of seduction, and, Jesus, she was wearing come-fuck-me-heels that I hadn’t seen before. Where had those come from? On a scale of zero to ten, my libido was climbing over the top. I knew what she wanted, had been wanting, for a while now. But I’d purposely held myself back, giving her time to heal inside and out, afraid that my sexual demands would hurt her. Apparently I’d given her too much time.
I grinned. She was trying not to be obvious, but her intentions were quite clear.
“Would you like a beer?” she asked casually on her way to the fridge.
My gaze followed her like a hawk on the verge of starving, taking in the graceful way she moved, and how the feminine blouse clung to her full breasts. “Yeah, sounds good.”
She opened the door and reached inside. “You aren’t mad?”
Jesus Christ! When she reached forward her blouse draped down, giving me the perfect view of her braless tits. All I could think about was the image of her leaning over me while I opened my mouth to draw that succulent flesh into my mouth. “Mad?” I frowned. “What should I be mad about?”
“That Michelle isn’t here,” she responded, pulling out a beer and then turning to the opened bottle of wine that was sitting on the counter.
I’d forgotten all about that. I gave my head a shake to clear it of the sensual fog. “Yeah, I’m fucking mad she left.”
Allie finished pouring her wine, her pretty smile never wavering. “Don’t be. As you can see, I’m all right.” With my beer in one hand and her wine in the other, she walked toward me. “She had a family emergency.” I took the beer, studying the seductive warmth in her eyes. “I was able to take a shower, shave my legs, and get dressed all by myself.”
“I can see that,” I rasped, meeting her halfway for our usual hello kiss. But the second I felt her soft lips against mine my senses were enveloped with her clean scent. I let myself go and ground my mouth against hers, groaning loudly. As soon as I realized that my control was slipping I went to draw back, but Allie moaned and caught my bottom lip between her teeth.
I hissed at the sharp pain, because all it did was make my dick harder and weaken my resolve to take a step back. Lately, slow wasn’t working for me. I don’t know how much longer I could hold out from ravishing her like I wanted to. It seemed like it had been a hundred years since I’d last tasted her. I’d welcomed the days I’d been away doing club business, because I didn’t have to focus on keeping my distance then, but it hadn’t stopped me from thinking about her.
She was my woman.
“I’m glad that you’re home.” My dick jerked at her husky tone.
“Did you get all dressed up for me?” I’d gotten used to seeing her in baggy clothes that didn’t pull at her wounds when she moved around. Things like loose tees and sweats.
She shrugged. “I just felt like looking like a woman for a change. Are you complaining?”
“Hell, no.” I took a swig of my beer, keeping my eyes on hers as I tilted my head back. “I should take you out, you look so good.” I let my eyes move over the slim column of her slender throat, the urge to put my mouth where the pulse beat almost overwhelming me. Fuck, I wanted her. She was the only woman for me.
The seductive twinkle in her eyes sucked me in. “You know, Rock, I won’t break.” Christ, she’d read my mind. “The doctor cleared me weeks ago, and you’re still treating me like I’m a fragile china doll.”
“You went through a lot, babe. There’s no rush.”
“Maybe there’s no rush, but I’m ready for us to get back to normal.” There was no denying the determination in her voice. I was tempted to say to hell with it and grab her to me, but part of me, the part that wanted to show her that I could be patient, held me back. I wanted her to know that it wasn’t just about the raw passion between us. “You haven’t touched me since I’ve come home from the hospital. I know you said that you wanted me to have time to heal, but you being gone for days on end, the late nights, I have to wonder.” For the first time her voice cracked with emotion. “If-If there’s someone else.”
She lowered her eyes, but not before I saw the tears swelling in them. What the fuck? She was questioning my trustandmy feelings for her? She was the only woman I’d ever made a commitment to. I didn’t take that shit lightly. If she didn’t know by now that I was totally devoted to her I didn’t know what to say or do to convince her.
I started to get angry that she could think that crap until the reality hit me like a ton of bricks- she was afraid and feeling unsure of herself. It had never occurred to me that keeping my distance would cause her to start thinking the worst, that I didn’t want her anymore. Looking for Boomer and the rest of his crew had taken us out of town a few times, and it hadn’t helped the situation.
I curtailed the anger threatening to boil over, because it was apparent that Allie was vulnerable right then. “Christ, do you really believe that I’d want someone else, babe?” Hadn’t I been in the hospital every day with her, holding her hand and professing my love? I set my beer down slowly. When she didn’t look at me I took her wine glass and did the same thing with it. “Look at me,” I ground out between my teeth in frustration, taking her by the arms and giving her a shake.
She caught her breath and our gazes clashed. I instantly released her, thinking that I’d hurt her. But there wasn’t pain in her eyes, it was a different emotion that gutted me. “I fucking love you, Allie,” I said gruffly.
“Then prove it,” she said softly. “Touch me. Show me you still want me.”
I stared at her, silent for a minute. “You know me, Allie. I don’t do slow and easy.” I was tired of beating off in the shower every day. Being buried balls deep inside of Allie was the only thing that would satiate me.
“I don’t want slow and easy.”
My dick jerked violently. “I could hurt you−”
“Then hurt me,” she shocked me by saying. “I need you, Rock. I need your mouth and hands on me. I want you to fuck me like you did before the attack.” God, she didn’t know what she was asking. I would devour her. “Are you afraid to see my body?”
What? Fuck, her words were like a glass of ice water in my face. “You know better than that,” I snapped irritably. “I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you time−”
“I never asked you for time. I was attacked Rock, by a mad woman with a knife. I wasn’t raped. I’m not damaged. My wounds have healed. I need you, the old you.” A half snort, half laugh escaped her. “I had plans to seduce you into losing control tonight, but it looks like I’m the only one doing that.”