Page 88 of Broken Saint
She was everything.
Lifting the fabric to my nose, I suck in a deep hit of her scent, my dick hardening faster than I can control.
Images of stripping her bare last night and feasting on her fill my mind, and my grip on her panties tightens.
It was everything I’d hoped it would be if we ever reconnected.
No, it was more. So much more.
Yes, I hated seeing her so unsure of herself, so self-conscious about her body. But only because I could see she was suffering. I love her body now just as much as I did back then. I just hope I can help her love it, too. Her old confidence is there—I saw little sparks of it. She just needs a little support to remember who she is.
I desperately want to be the man to do that for her. To reverse the damage that jerk in Texas did.
Anger surges through me, tamping down my desire as I think of him.
How could anyone treat such an incredible woman so badly?
Ella is…Ella is hands down the best person I’ve ever met. No one should have the power to bring her down like that. To dull her spark, her life.
My teeth grind and my fists curl so tight my short nails dig into my palms with my need to get my ass to Texas and find the motherfucker who hurt her.
My cell buzzes in my pocket, dragging me from my fantasy of plowing my fist into that asshole’s face. Pulling it free, I smile at the message waiting for me.
Kane: My girl understood the assignment…
“Fuck,” I hiss, scrubbing my hand down my face.
Taking Ella out tonight might be one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made.
We should be staying in and getting takeout so no other motherfucker gets a look at my girl.
I’ve been without her for years; I want her all to myself for however long I get to keep her.
Ripping my eyes away from my messy bed, I throw myself into the shower. I shave, run some wax through my hair, and then grab a pair of khakis and a shirt.
With one last look in the mirror and then another at the bed, I head for the door.
I should probably smooth it all out in the hope we can mess it up all over again, but I don’t have it in me to remove the evidence that she was here this morning.
By the time I get across town and I’m pulling up at Kane’s place again, I’m almost as nervous as I was after the game yesterday.
It’s stupid. We spent all night and morning together. I had no idea what I was walking into. She might not have wanted me. She might have been sitting in there with her douchebag fiancé by her side. But now, I know she’s in there waiting for me.
Fuck. I think that makes it even worse.
I’ve never felt pressure to impress a woman before, but suddenly, I want to give her the world.
There’s so much weighing on everything I do with Ella.
If she loves it here, if she feels at home, then she might just want to stay.
Keep your fucking head, Rogers. She’s not going to relocate her entire life for your commitment-phobic ass.
Thankfully, the front door opens, revealing a smiling Letty, putting an end to my thoughts.
Killing the engine, I push the door open and jump out.
“I hope you’re ready for this, Rogers,” she taunts.