Page 30 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
“You need to leave.”
“No.” I keep my arms around her. I refuse to let go.
She shakes her head. “This will never work.”
I drop to my knees in front of her. “Let me prove you wrong.” Why does she keep fighting this?
“Ethan.” she shakes her head as she closes her eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
“This is our second chance, and I refuse to let you ruin this.”
“Ethan,” she begs.
“No, Daisy.” My hands glide up and down her legs. Slowly, trying to reassure her. I’m not going anywhere, not again. “You got to make the choice for us last time without me. Now, it’s my turn.” I wait to see if she’ll look at me, but she only squeezes her eyes closed tighter. “You did what you did because you knew I would’ve given up everything. I don’t like it, but I forgive you. Well, it worked. I fucking made it. The only thing missing is the one fucking person I wanted to share all of that with.”
Her body trembles and she shakes her head.
“Yeah, baby.” I stand slowly, my handsmoving up her sides. I press a soft kiss to her jaw, her cheek, then her forehead. “You. It’s always been you.”
“But it’s over,” she argues as she opens her eyes.
I shake my head. “No. It was never over.” I press my lips to hers.
She tries to pull away. She tries to push me away. I don’t let her. If anything, I hold on to her tighter. It’s not up to her anymore. If that makes me the bad guy, oh well. She doesn’t get to push me away again. Never again.
I hug her tightly and kiss her softly. She relaxes slightly and I deepen the kiss, my tongue begging entry. Her hands tighten on my shirt and she finally kisses me back with urgency.
Her arms slide up and around my neck. I squeeze her ass and lift her. Daisy wraps her legs around my waist. Fuck, the way she feels pressed against me. It’s as if the rest of the world fades away. Doesn’t she know what she does to me?
She pulls back, her eyes staying on mine. “I…”
“Let me in,” I assure her.
My lips chase hers as I keep my arms wrapped around her. I pull back, searching her eyes, butdon’t move to let her down. She doesn’t move to be put down either. My eyes stay on hers and she shakes her head. I can see how she’s fighting it, fighting this. She doesn’t want to fight it, but she won’t let go. I need her to let me in, but she’s wound so tight. Years of doing it on her own when she was never supposed to.
“I..” Her voice trails off again.
“Do you trust me?” My hand moves up her back and grip the back of her neck.
Her bottom lip trembles.
“Daisy.” I walk us out of the room.
Her brows push together.
“Let me take care of you.”
She shakes her head.
“Yes, baby.”
She shakes her head again, but doesn’t try to escape my hold. I walk us up the stairs and into her room. She will not like me in a bit, but I can live with that. I’ll make it up to her.
I’m the one in control. She needs it. I don’t know how I know, but it’s something I can feel deep in my bones. The need to control her. To give her everything. I need to do this, so she’ll justlet it go.
I slowly put her down. She hesitates as her body slides down mine. I can feel it, her tense body. One wrong move and she’s going to slip away.
“I’d do anything for you, and we both know it.” I swallow as I back towards her bed and pull her along with me. My fingers lace with hers. “I’m going to fix this.” She shakes her head and opens her mouth to argue. “Yeah, I am.”
