Page 39 of Words I Couldn't Say
“Like hell you will.” I barely recognized my husky voice.
“Then stop me.”
I raked over her expression. She defiantly set her chin, her hands on her soft, little hips, waiting to see if I’d rise to the challenge. And then she licked her lips.
My cock sprang to life, straining against my shorts.
Challenge fucking accepted.
With a growl, I crossed the porch. “You broke my heart when you left, Ava. Fucking shattered it. But I got over it,” I said, unleashing all the pent-up anger and regret I’d been suppressing for far too long. I channeled the emotion and switched it into passionate fuel for a fire that had been burning for her since the first moment her lips had touched mine.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I drew her into me. Her gaze darted back and forth between my eyes as she waited for me to continue.
“Or at least I thought I had. Until I saw you standing here, your lips swollen from my kiss. I knew the truth. I never got over you. I never wanted to. Hell. I never will.”
I hauled her off her feet, wrapping her in my arms, eliciting the softest whimper from her delicate lips. Without a word, I carried her across the threshold, back into my home, not planning on stopping until I was sinking into her. Until she was screaming my name, begging for it, begging for more, begging for me.
It’d been a long time coming, and I was finally going to have Ava Banks. In my bed. In my heart. In my life.
And, this time, I would never let her go.
