Page 59 of Chandelier Sin
“You may go now.”
Her flippancy shot a wave of anger through me. I’d risked too much.
I tipped her chin. “Tell me,” I said fiercely.
“It puts you at risk.”
“Isn’t this estate his?” I asked, leaning forward, my lips close to hers. “Why this cottage for you?”
“I already told you.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
When I stepped back, she grabbed my sleeve. “You’re sure he’ll be okay now?”
“That’s your job.” I tried to get by her. “Nurse Ratchet.”
“What?”
“Good luck.”
I missed the old Eve, the mysterious woman with the haunting eyes and seductive vulnerability.
The woman I’d take to bed and then ghost at some point. Because that is what you did to the married ones. In and out of love and then placing them firmly in my past.
She wouldn’t let go of my sleeve. “You’re going to call an ambulance, aren’t you?”
“No,” I lied.
I’d call from the road. Have central command send in a SWAT team to shield the medics from this shady family.
She raised her chin. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”
It was impossible to get her to see sense. “You may not think much of me, but I always do the right thing, Eve.”
“You must understand. It’ll be worse for him if he leaves here.”
“Make me understand.”
She reached up and wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, dragging me close.
A kiss wasn’t going to happen.
That’s what I told myself, yet my lips parted as her mouth met mine, her tongue entering and swirling around mine in combat, fulfilling my fantasy. The one I’d had since we’d first met.
Before allthis.
Her hold on me was insistent and needy, our kiss forged in hate and passion as she explored my mouth with her tongue, as I did hers, as though searching for answers.
She was usingthisto beg for my forgiveness. Get me to see things her way, even though her way was impossible.
I kissed her back with equal ferocity, my hands cupping her face as I held her to me in this insane embrace. We kissed for what felt like eternity, our bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire, with me thrusting my hips against her as though being inside her was all I could think about.
Because it was.
I wanted to rip off her dress, push her against the wall and take her hard—fuck her into oblivion. Give her the punishment she deserved for luring me into this mess.
Slow down.
