Page 142 of Broken

It is becoming increasingly difficult not to make a sound as his hand moves lower. Especially when his finger moves over the slope of my breast and across my nipple. He makes a sound as he feels the bar. Of course I haven’t removed them.

And I won’t have anyone else ever touch them. Only him. A whimper escapes me. I’m desperate for more, and he obliges, his hand trailing lower, but it diverts, instead of going south, where I thought he was taking this.

Instead, his fingers tangle in mine and he raises our clasped hands between our bodies.

I watch closely as he turns my hand and puts my palm flat on his chest.

His heartbeat is steady. Nothing like mine, a wild animal thrashing in a cage. Garrett presses his forehead to mine, the tips of our noses touching. Our eyes are still locked together. The warmth of his hand over mine, holding it against his chest makes me weak-kneed.

“And this,” he breathes against my lips.

“Are these your pretty words?” I whisper.

“No Vixen, this is a promise.”

“Garrett,” I shake my head of the lust from his touch. “You can’t just come here and expect me to fall into your arms.”

“I know. We have a lot to talk about. This whole time you’ve been gone, I’ve made some changes because I want you to know that I’m serious.”

“What kind of changes?”

“Cutting ties with the MC firstly. It was sucking the life out of me, being controlled by them. And it brought that horror to your door. I’ll never forgive myself for that. I don’t expect you to either.”

My lips squeeze tight, I’m not sure what to say. I didn’t expect this.

“You don’t have to give me another chance, to be a better man for you. I’m here, asking, Calli. Let me show you who I am with all the demons lifted. Let me show you that all I want is you. If you don’t want that…” he trails off, with a frown. “Then I’ll back off,” he adds the last part with difficulty.

My heart can’t possibly beat any faster without me passing out. He said he didn’t have pretty words, but these are kind of perfect. The things I’ve wanted to hear from him.

“You do still have to explain everything,” I tell him.

He nods, his face so sincere it’s impossible to believe he won’t do it.

“Calli,” he runs his fingertips over my jaw. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He’s going to abide by whatever I say, it’s written all over his face, in his body language, the hesitation but the need to touch me. I hate lying to myself. His coming here has made my heart lighter, made my choice easier.

Yes, I should make this choice for myself. Truth is, I want him. I want the life back in Baltimore, with him in it.

“Things need to be different,” I whisper.

“They will, I’ve already changed a lot. I’m still me,” he shrugs a shoulder. “The thought of going back without you really isn’t an option.”

“What does that mean?” I arch a brow.

“It means whatever it takes, or how long it takes, I’m going to convince you where you belong. Bring all this with you,” he tips his head in the direction of the building site. “Make your name in Baltimore.” Garrett touches his hand to my chest, right over the tattoo he gave me. “Come home.”

That familiar pull in my chest makes my nose itch and my eyes burn. Garrett wipes away the one tear that forms. It is too easy to give in right now.

It’s not giving in though. He’s right, about all of it. I want to go back to the place that was beginning to feel like home. Being here only proves it even more.

Swallowing down the emotion, I nod my head. His brow smooths out and that cocky look returns. I don’t even want totake it back because he knows he’s getting what he came here for. I want it too.

“Good,” he leans in and captures my lips again.

My arms wind around his neck and we kiss gently this time, it’s sweet and carnal at the same time. This man does things to my heart, and my body I’ll never be able to deny.

He whispers against my lips. “I can’t stand being this close to you a second more without sinking my cock into that perfect, tight, wet pussy of yours. I can already smell you and it’s driving me fucking wild.

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