Page 77 of Make Me Trust Again
Her softly whispered words unravel something inside of me. The need to take her pain away, fighting with the part of me that’s yelling at me to get the fuck out of there before I do something stupid.
Her fingers tug my shirt as those wild blue eyes swallow me whole. “Please, Chase.”
Those words are my undoing.
She’s my undoing.
A low growl comes from deep in my lungs as any control I had slips out of my grasp.
Spreading my fingers wider, I tilt her head slightly and capture her mouth with mine. For a heartbeat, time seems to slow down as those wide blue eyes stare into mine. I think she might push me back, but she doesn’t.
Rising on the tips of her toes, Rose uncurls her fingers and wraps them around the metal chain hanging from my neck, tugging me lower as her mouth meets mine, all those soft, lush curves pressing against my body.
Tightening my grip on her neck, I tilt her head to the side. My thumb slides over her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of herheart under my fingertip as my tongue traces the outline of her lips.
The sound of buzzing echoes in my eardrums, but I can feel the soft rumble coming from her throat as her lips part, and my tongue slides into her warm mouth. Twisting and tangling with hers.
Rose tastes like the sweetest temptation, everything that’s good and pure in this world, and I’m unable to resist her call. Not when all I want is some of that light for myself.
In one swift movement, I turn us around, pressing Rose against the railing as my tongue digs deeper, claiming more of that sweet mouth. Her arms wrap around me as she nips at my lip, her hand sliding lower and slipping under the hem of my shirt. The gentle touch of her fingers on my naked skin—on my scars—feels like a bucket of icy water has been tossed over my head.
What the fuck am I doing?
“Chase…” Rose pants as I break the kiss, my own breathing heavy. Her eyelids flutter open, passion still burning brightly in her irises.
She tries to reach for me, but I grip her cheeks and hold her in place, pressing my forehead against hers as I suck in a long gulpful of air, fighting for any semblance of composure.
“This is a mistake.”
Any trace of passion is erased in the blink of an eye, hurt shining in those sky-blue depths. “Wh-what?”
She starts to pull back, and I curse myself for putting it that way, my grip on her tightening.
“You’re hurting. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of that.”
Rose’s brows drew together. “If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would’ve pulled back and told you to stop.” Her tongue darts out, sliding over her lower lip.
My stomach knots tightly, the need to say fuck it all and continue where we left off strong, but I grit my teeth, holding onto any semblance of control I have left.
“You’re hurting. Hell, you’re still married. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I’m married on paper only,” she grinds out, some of that fire coming back to the surface. I don’t care. I can take her fire any day of the week. I can take anything she tossed at me, but I can’t stand to see her hurting. “I’ve been married on paper only for a very long time. Not that my husband cared about that when he slept with another woman in our bed.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
The asshole of her husband not only treated her like shit, but he had the audacity to sleep with somebody else? Not just that, but to bring that stranger into their bed? It’s one thing to cheat. This is different. Deliberate. He’s done it on purpose because he wanted to hurt her.
I see the moment she realizes her slip-up, her eyes widening in horror.
“Rose…”
“Don’t.” She pulls her hand out of my reach, a look of pain crossing her face. “Forget I said anything. You’re right. This was a mistake. You should go. I’ll be fine on my own.”
She goes to the swing and sits down, pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around herself as she rests her forehead against her knees. Hiding from me, just like she was when I first spotted her.
Fucking hell.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing from the railing and going to that swing, taking the very far end.
