Page 100 of Game of Love
I looked at her and the sight of her tugged on my heart.
That thing I hadn’t felt in years, or ever, gripped me now at the thought of goodbye.
I couldn’t do it.
What I did find myself doing was moving to her lips. I kissed her and she kissed me back with the same fire she always gave me, the same want and need.
It enticed me to take her and make her mine.
So I did.
I broke from her lips to open the door and that was it.
I went straight to my bed with her and got lost in her the way I had every single time.
Hours later she lay in my arms, cocooned like she really was mine.
She had that exhausted look about her like that first night, fighting sleep and fighting time.
I on the other hand was fighting time and my conscience. I was fighting that thing that told me I was selfish and this was going to blow up in my face.
Her warm fingers fluttered over my chest and I looked down at her. The only light we had was the moonlight. It made her hair look like liquid silver and her eyes lighter. Her pale skin against the sheets like cream.
Damn… what the hell had I allowed to happen to me?
“This was nice,” she whispered. “You were the nice part of the craziness over the last few weeks.”
I picked up a lock of her hair and allowed it to curl about my thumb.
“Jia…I’m not anything special.”
“No, don’t,” she cut in. “Don’t. This might be the last I see you. Don’t tell me you aren’t special, when you’re so much more to me. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
And, that just made me feel worse. I had to tell her something. Something to satiate the turmoil inside me.
“Thank you. That means a lot to me. More than you know. Look…there’s some stuff I need to tell you, but not now.”
“It sounds serious.” She gave me a weak chuckle.
“No, don’t worry. Don’t worry.”
“I can’t help it. Xander I’m going to Europe to marry Armand. My life is over. I can’t live like that. I don’t want to.”
“Don’t worry.” I nodded, sounding sure and like I had some plan.
“It’s hard not to.”
“I know, but things have a way of working out. How am I supposed to allow Armand to take you away…from me?” I meant that.
Craziness took over my ass again. The crazy passion that made me want her and I realized I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t know what that meant for me or what the fuck I planned to do, but that much was sure. I didn’t want her to go be with Armand. Someone else who wasn’t me. Just the thought of her going with him and being forced to marry him enraged me.
How could I be okay with that?
How could I be okay with that, and with all that I felt for her.
“Oh God, Xander. You have no idea what it means to hear you say that but I can’t allow you to get in that kind of trouble.”
I cupped her face again. “Don’t worry baby.”Jesus… I had lost my mind. This was the proverbial ants nest I thought of when it came to mobsters. Stepping in the nest and disturbing what they had, let alone their plans meant war. She was worth it to me, I just didn’t know what I would do, if I could do anything, or how I would do it.
