Brutally Beautiful(95)

“Yeah, of course. She can’t go back to that trailer and don’t you mean Jennifer?” I snapped, trying hard not to lose it completely.

“Um…yeah.” Her fingers deftly moved over the screen of her phone, then a moment after they stilled, it beeped and vibrated in her hands.

“Deputy George said the gunman had a rap sheet on him a mile long. They are linking the incident up with a bunch of highway robberies and suspicious missing person’s reports from the city, but they don’t believe we have anything to do with why it happened. Your brother was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She typed something else quickly and placed the phone down in front of her, exchanging it with her cup of coffee.

“Stop talking about other shit! Tell me about the f*cking scars. Tell me about David,” I fumed.

“You’re way too angry to talk about this,” she said, rising off her seat.

She moved in front of me, her knees touching mine. I slid my chair back automatically, giving her room. Then…then once again, she did something in-f*cking-credible to me. She straddled her legs over my lap, wrapped them around the chair, threw her arms around my neck and f*cking hugged me.

She. HUGGED. Me. I hadn’t had someone hug me since I was sixteen.

For a minute, my arms awkwardly flailed at my sides, hugs were foreign territory for me. “You’re just trying to get out of talking to me, and this is making me even angrier.”

Her lips pressed against my forehead, long silky hair fell around our faces like a dark thick curtain, closing us in. The slow circular swirl of her hips over mine, the liquid motions from the muscles of her thighs and the delicious heat between them had me fighting to hold onto my anger.

Then one of the hands that had been holding my enraged expression, trying to calm it into a smile, slid slowly down into the warmth between those thighs. Fuuuck me, I forgot she was only wearing that tee shirt. The most delicious sounds of fingers slipping through wet flesh made my world spin and saliva flooded my mouth.

“No. I’m not trying to avoid telling you about him. I just want whatever time we have left to be worth something, and not spend it on him. He’s taken too much from me already,” she whispered, tracing her tongue against my lips. The sensation sent all the blood in my body surging lower, pumping my heart faster and made my cock throb with anticipation.

“You’re right, but I can’t let it go. I want everything from you, everything, Sam. Give me something, Sam.”

“David was the kind of man that could bewitch the rarest of butterflies to land in the palm of his hand, then tear their wings right from their bodies and laugh when they tried to fly away. No more talking, Kade. Not now, the anger rolling off you is so thick I can see it. Please. Please, just take me.”

Her lips brushed against my neck, her hand still moved between her legs and the violent thoughts in my head were building. “You’re not going to be able to handle me when I’m this angry, Sam. I’m not a nice lover like this. I’m harsh. Rough. Demanding. I’ll f*cking break you.”

Her movements stilled, her eyes locked on mine, “I’ve been broken by lesser men than you, Kade Grayson. Being broken by a good man is something I haven’t done. Break me, Kade. Trust in me enough to know you can.”

The spark of craving in her green irises and the seal of her lips over mine was all it took. Grabbing her by her wrists, I yanked her off my lap and pulled her into the bedroom, flinging her on the bed. “Take off the shirt,” I demanded.

With my hands blindly rummaging through my top drawer for something to tie her with, my eyes were fixed on the sheer velocity of her yanking the shirt over her head and flinging it across the room. Stalking to the bed, I pulled up her wrists and bound them to my bedframe with my tuxedo ties with half hitch knots. Pushing open her legs, I kneeled between them, feeling the heat of her * against my skin. “Am I scaring you?”