Rock Chick Reawakening (Rock Chick 0.5)(45)

“Right.” It came out weak, broken, pained. “So, now can I leave?”

“Christ, you don’t get it,” he clipped.

“You’re right,” I returned. “I’m not gettin’ it.”

“Daisy, we need to take this slow,” he informed me, sounding like he was seeking patience.

“And that’s been your excuse since the beginning,” I shot back.

His voice was low and dangerous when he asked, “Excuse?”

“A man wants a piece of ass, it’s on offer, he has it, and it’s been on offer, Marcus, for weeks. So, you see, you not takin’ it tells me you don’t want it.”

“You are insane,” he said softly, like he wasn’t even talking to me.

“No. I’m not. I’m a woman falling in love with a man who doesn’t want me.”

I watched his body jerk in surprise.

“Daisy—”

Honestly?

I could take no more.

And who could f*cking, f*cking blame me?

“Fuck this!” I exploded, the emotion coursing through me taking control so I couldn’t stop myself lifting my hands in fists over my head and shaking them. I dropped them and shouted, “Just let me f*cking leave!”

“You called me, terrified.”

Hunh?

“What?” I asked.

“That night. That night you called me and you were terrified. I’ve never seen anything like the state of you when I got to you. I arrived in your room, Daisy, you were curled into a corner, awake, but lost in a nightmare. Did you even know I was there?”

“Of course I knew,” I snapped.

“Do you know what you said to me?”

That I didn’t remember, seeing as he was right. I was lost in a nightmare. Though I was worried I’d babbled on about building my castles.

To cover that, I hissed, “I know you were there.”

“Right,” he whispered, totally seeing through me. Then he declared, “He scraped your ass raw on that asphalt.”

I winced and looked away.

Marcus kept at me.

“He did not f*ck you. He did not bang you. He did not have sex with you. He raped you. Do you get the difference?”

“Yeah,” I bit out sarcastically, turning back to him with squinty eyes, my face hard. “I was there, darlin’. I get it a f*ckuva lot better than you.”

“But he was inside you.”

Oh God.

I started shaking.

“Stop talkin’,” I demanded.

He did not stop talking.

Oh no.

He did not.

“And I’m the man who has to come after that. How do I do that, Daisy? How do I do that and make sure you don’t go back there? How do I do that and make sure it’s good for you? Make sure I take you where I want us to be? Give you that at the same time keeping you safe? Give you what I want you to get from me? Make you understand what being inside you means to me?”

I stood still, staring at him, frozen, but I did it still trembling.

Though now for a different reason.

“How, Daisy?” he pushed.

I kept staring, trembling, unable to speak.

Marcus was able to speak.

“I talked with a woman called Bex who’s worked for years at a rape crisis center. She told me to be watchful, communicative, patient, and give it time. We need to give it time so I can be certain to give you what you deserve when I give you me.”

“You don’t wanna f*ck me,” I whispered.

“No, I don’t want to f*ck you,” he bit off.

“You want to make love to me.”

“Yes, that’s what I want to do and that’s what I need you to feel when I do it.”

Oh my God.

I was in love with this man.

And he was in love with me.

He was in love with me.

“Marcus?”

“What?” he clipped.

“Please make love to me.”

We stood staring at each other in the dim lights in his fabulous entryway.

But all of a sudden I had my hand in his and was being dragged up an elegant winding staircase.

I tripped.

Marcus stopped, jerked my arm, and then I was flying through the air.

I settled in his arms like a bride carried by her groom as he stalked up the rest of the steps and prowled down the hall to his room.

“Seriously, really, truly,” I whispered to his hard jaw. “If you’re carryin’ me in this way to your bedroom, honey bunches of love, somethin’ needs to come to fruition.”

He looked down at me when he cleared the doorway then he walked me across his room and slid me down his body so I could take my feet when he made it to the side of the bed.

He bent to the side to switch on a light but straightened in front of me, right in my space.

“Are you leaving me?” he asked.

“Never,” I answered.

That was when he kissed me.

We fell back to the bed when Marcus pressed into me.

I immediately went after his suit jacket.

He went after the zip of my hoodie.

He let me win and I shoved the jacket down his shoulders.

He threw it off and then took down the zip.

I yanked his shirt out of his trousers and dove in at the back.