Page 115 of Undone

“I’ll huff and puff and blow—”

“Jesus. You’re pathetic.” I open the door an inch.

He grins and walks right back into my life like he never left.

“Five minutes.” I shrug out of my coat and slip off my boots.

“There’s a lot of things I can do to a woman in five minutes.”

“How about tell her the truth?”

“It’s Club business.”

“Our relationship was Club business?”

Ignoring him, I flick on the kitchen light and inspect the timer on my crockpot. “Three minutes. I’m not sharing what’s inside there with you.”

He frowns, inspecting my face in the light. His warm hand cups my chin before I can stop him.

“Why were you crying?”

“My dog just took off.”

“You have a dog?”

“Kind of…?” I gesture over to Trapper’s doggie bed where his stuffed toys wait for him to come back. “Fuck!” Fresh tears fill my eyes and I lift the back of my hand to try to stop them. I won’t cry in front of this man. I won’t let him see me fall apart.

“Come here, baby,” he pulls me in for a hug, but I wiggle away.

“No. You hurt me.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“I can’t answer that.”

“Did you mean any of it?”

“Every word.”

I suck in a deep breath, poking the fire with the iron in my hand. “I don’t believe that anymore. I did once.”

“I can’t offer you anything right now.”

“Then you should have stayed away.” I look up from the flames, “Is this about Chicago? About Roque?”

He stalks closer. “Did you let him kiss you? Touch you like this?” He skims a finger down my cheek then his whole hand skims down my back and cups my ass, bringing me in contact with the hardness of his hips.

“Maybe.”

He growls. “Did he make your heart pound the same way it is now?” His lips find my pulse beating rapidly against my throat.

“Yes,” I answer honestly.

He growls ferally against my heated skin. Then cups the back of my head, claiming me with his kiss again. It hurts. It’s heaven. But my heart cracking wide again for him is hell. “No. I can’t.” I shove against his pecs. “Just go. Stop toying with my heart.”

His fists punch holes in the dry wall on either side of my head. “He was supposed to protect you—not seduce you.”

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