My Summer in London (My Summer #1)(34)
“When?” Her eyes bore into me, filmed with moisture. “When did you do this?”
Her candid reaction only proved how good her heart was. I knew I had thrown a few horrid accusations, but it was all done out of jealousy.
Yes, for the first bloody time in my life, I could admit that I was a jealous man these days, be it over Archer or any man, for that matter. It was baffling, yet it was something I couldn’t control. Serena had utterly taken over my life.
The thought of Ivy and breaking our engagement didn’t pan out as well as I had imagined. She was distraught, understandably so, but I had conveyed where my position was and how arduous it had been for me to pretend I hadn’t begun to have feelings for another woman.
Ivy was a lovely woman, but I had realized she wasn’t for me.
I wanted—agonized—for the woman who was eager to be with me in the beginning, but I had failed her by pushing her away and treating her callously. From here on, I vowed to make amends, even if the very thought of Archer touching her lit me on fire. If I had to win her once more, I would in order to show her just how much she meant to me.
“I saw Ivy yesterday … hours before I asked you to dinner,” I divulged.
“Oh, Cruz …” she whispered before bracing herself as she backtracked and fell on the bed in a sitting position with a dazed and confused expression on her gorgeous face. “This is awful, just awful.”
Watching her clearly distraught made me feel like a total heel. Never had I wished to be in such wretchedness. I was dealing with it—with this—in the best way I was capable. There was no way I was going to be with someone, let alone engaged, if my waking thoughts were hounded by another woman. Coming to terms with it was a hardship, given the short amount of time we had known each other, but it was how I felt, and there was no denying it.
I wanted her, all of her, and I wasn’t going to stop until she was mine and mine alone.
“I’m desperate for you. I can’t stop. God knows I’ve tried to fight this off, pretending it was a simple attraction between us. But each time I look at you …” I paused, overwhelmed by it all. Then I took the steps towards her and fell on my knees as I held her soft, delicate hands while my eyes sought hers, beseeching. “You feel it, too, don’t you?” I whispered as my eyes roved about her face.
Her lips parted. She was about to say something before she licked her lips, instead, hesitating.
“I …” she began. “I felt it the second I saw you, but—”
No buts. I wasn’t going to listen to or accept a but. Not at a moment like this, not when I was on my knees, imploring for her to hear me out, to understand where I was coming from when I so callously rebuffed her claims.
I couldn’t go on denying myself what this connection with Serena would and could become if she would only so graciously give me another chance to prove to her that I was worthy of her attention , that I was far more serious with her than Archer ever could be. All I had to do was show her how heartfelt my sentiments and intentions were.
“I beg of you not to abandon this opportunity to let me prove to you that I can be worthy of your consideration.” My gaze fell on her heaving chest, showing me what my mere touch was doing to her.
With my hands still on her face, my eyes connected with hers for a mere second, and then I stood and bestowed a punishing kiss. My heart leapt at the slight shiver of her body, driving my need to another level. Growling in earnest, the punishing developed into a visceral kiss I could barely control as my cock twitched in my trousers.
All I could feel were her lips and her warm, pliable body as the pungent scent of arousal hung heavily between us.
Hastily, my body pushed against hers, guiding her towards the bed then pressing her against the mattress, caging her in. Breaking our kiss, my lips sought the nook of her neck as she released an erotic, pleasurable sigh, making me even more determined to evoke melodic sounds from those puckered lips.
While my hungry hands explored her supple, covered mounds, an animalistic growl emitted from me. I reached the ends of the triangular squares that barely concealed her breasts and shamelessly ripped them apart.
“Holy shit, Cruz!” Serena gasped, momentarily coming out of her arousal. Then her eyes caught mine, and she shut her beautiful mouth.
“You look like you’re about to eat me alive,” she shakily whispered, licking her lips.
I could have responded with something light and playful, but I didn’t. What I felt in that instant was far from light, and God help me, playing was far from my mind.
This was …
This was game over.
This was what a feral man would feel, in essence, if he caught something precious, something he had yearned for more than the air he breathed.
Serena was right. I was about to devour her … every inch of her delectable body. I was going to feast on her glowing skin, disheveled hair, blushing cheeks, eyes heavy with arousal, and her luscious breasts with those dusky pink nipples.
Reaching out so my thumb could brush against her right nipple, I didn’t let my eyes waver from her gorgeous face. “Do you like the way I’m touching you, Serena?”
She meekly nodded, entranced. “Yes, very much.”
As compelling as it was to free my cock from its constraints, I knew it would derail me from my sole purpose tonight. I wanted to slip into her sweet cunt and f*uk her from dusk until dawn, but I didn’t want to scare her off. Serena must know my touch apart from other men’s.