Page 151 of A Bond Beyond Blood
I motioned for her to get into the shower, then quickly followed, wrapping her in my arms as I positioned us both beneath the stream of the rain showerhead I’d installed above.She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, and I couldn’t resist dipping my head to taste the soft skin of her throat.
“Tell me,” I whispered.“No secrets, okay?”
She nodded, then opened her eyes to meet my gaze.“We, um...”She winced, and that full bottom lip found itself at the mercy of her teeth again.
“I can smell him on you, Jacqueline.”I bent to tug her lip free with my lips, then kissed her slowly, assuring her without words that nothing she could say—or do, for that matter—was going to push me away.When I pulled back, she frowned, searching my gaze.
“You’re not mad?”
I licked my lips, considering how to answer her.Was I mad?
Did it matter?
As possessive as I was over this girl, the angry and jealous boyfriend was not who I wanted to be for her.I wanted to give her safety and love, all the things she’d been missing since her father died and Gannon fucking bailed on her.
“If I could have you all to myself and know without a doubt that you’d be happy, that’s what I would want,” I admitted.
She breathed deeply and I pulled her closer, nestling my hardening cock against her warm body.
“But if I have to share you with another man who loves youalmostas much as I do?”I shrugged.“I can do that.”
Her lips twitched on a smile and she shook her head.“Whoareyou, Vincenzo?”
I chuckled softly, then dropped down to lick her nipple into a stiff peak.I moved to the other one, and continued ravishing her, and when I was satisfied with the results—and my girl was breathing heavily—I lowered to my knees on the tile floor and looked up at her.“Let’s just say I’m a man who’s been around long enough to know that when you find a good woman, you don’t let her go—and you certainly don’t clip her wings.”
Her bottom lip trembled with emotion, but I wanted her trembling for entirelydifferentreasons, so I leaned forward and, ignoring the heady scent of her ex-boyfriend still lingering on her pretty pussy, I began to lick her slowly, spreading her thighs with my palms so I could position my face between them.
Before I really committed to devouring her, I looked up once more and added, “But forgive me if the idea of his cock inside this sweet cunt makes me want to erase even the thought of him from your mind and body.”
Jacqueline licked her lips, and the way her pupils dilated as she looked down at me hungrily made my own appetite roar to life.
“You might want to hold onto something, sweet girl.”
Chapter Fifty
Elias
