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His dark brows jammed together. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Exhaling, Fly
“Until tonight, zero.”
“What? I thought you were Special Agent Stud.”
“I don’t bring women to my house.”
“Afraid they won’t leave?”
“Yes.”
“Why are things different with me?”
“You’re not here under romantic conditions.”
Ouch. “I see; I’m just something to pass the time with.”
Scowling, Fly
“So you can keep an eye on me.”
“It’s more than that, but yes.”
“And some mutual masturbation on the side is okay?”
He rolled back toward her. “I didn’t start this, Isa. You opened the door; I walked through, now you want to condemn me for it? Why ruin this?”
Yes, damn it, she wanted to condemn him for it because it had meant something to her and she wanted it to mean something to him, too.
“I don’t want to ruin it, I guess I just want to understand it.”
“What’s to understand? We’re two healthy human beings who happen to have a crazy attraction to each other. When two people have a mutual attraction they act on it.” He ruffled her hair and kissed her nose. “I get it that sex is different for women than men, but why are you so opposed to us being intimate when it’s obvious it’s what we both want?”
Izzy held her breath, deciding on how much of the truth she should tell him. All of it.
“Cancer killed my mother, but she had died of a broken heart years before. I didn’t know it until years after we were kicked out that up until the night before we left, my father still went to my mom. She gave him every part of her, but all he wanted was her body. Until she died, she hoped for what he would never give her.”
“I’m sorry,” Fly
“I am, too. My mom was a good woman. Hardworking. Orphaned at five, she lived in the streets of Mexico City until she managed to find a way north. At seventeen, she came to this country illegally, looking for a better life. My father took advantage of that.”
Pressing his lips to the wild pulse in her neck, Fly
“I know that, but—”
“Stop fighting it.”
“But—”
“Give in to it. God knows, I tried to fight it and lost,” he confessed.
Izzy inhaled, her breasts digging into his chest. Fly
The hard planes of his body tightened. His lips dropped to hers, where they hovered. “If you knew how much my dick hurt for you right now, Isa, you would let me in.”
Her ache was just as deep. Squeezing her eyes shut, Izzy held her breath. Her body shook with want. All she had to do was open her legs and let him in. The wild rush of sensation as he filled her swept through her memory banks. Breath rushed from her lungs catching a soft moan when her hips moved, undulating softly.
The body wanted what the body wanted. Just this once…
Fly
“Jesus, God, Isa, you feel so fucking good.”
Suddenly she couldn’t catch her breath. Her flesh clung to him, the nerves filling with blood, pulsing wildly. In a slow grind, he seated himself deeper into her. Impaled by him, she felt panic seep into her as an orgasm flared deep within her. She was going to come and he hadn’t even—“Ahhh, Fly
When he moved, she cried out for him to stop. “Don’t move,” she sobbed again, digging her nails into his back as her body continued to come undone around him. “Please, please, I can’t—” she gasped, the orgasm peaking, then, like fine crystal slamming onto a stone floor and shattering, she broke into thousands of tiny pieces.
As her body quaked beneath him, the residual waves of the orgasm spread to the tips of her toes and the ends of her fingers. The scope of the orgasm and how, with virtually no effort on Fly
What had she done? Terror gripped her. She couldn’t draw a breath.
“Pink?” he said, “You okay?”
“No,” she sobbed, pushing his chest. “I need to go. I can’t do this.”
Fly
She had knowingly and willfully trapped herself in the same prison her mother had been trapped in. She had become an addict. A slave to Fly
The door flew open. “What the hell just happened?” Fly
Izzy turned around to face him. He stood furious in his naked glory at the threshold. Every inch of his hard body screamed sex. His cock glistened with her wetness.
“I need you to leave me alone,” she cried, pulling the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around her nakedness.
“I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on, Isadora!”
“I don’t know!” she screamed hysterically. “I don’t know! I’m just—I can’t—” Petrified is what she was. Her emotions out of control. She was being irrational, she knew. Schizoid was a better term. One minute she was screaming Fly
“How could you take advantage of me like that?” she demanded.
“What?”
“You knew how vulnerable I was,” she accused.
“Hold on a minute, you seduced me for Christ’s sake! What did you think I was going to do? Ignore you?”
“You should have resisted me!” He was the one without feelings. Not her.
Jamming his fingers through his hair, he looked at her like she was crazy. Because she was. “Do you know how impossible that is?”
“You’re the one with all the experience, Fly
“What about how I feel? Did you ever consider I might have something to say about this?”
“You have no feelings!” she cried accusingly. “You just take and take, giving nothing back. Just like my father did to my mother!”
He nodded. “Okay, you’re right. I don’t give a shit about anything except fucking you.”
He walked to the door and grasping the knob, he said, “And now, I officially don’t give a shit about that either.”
He slammed the door shut behind him. Izzy threw herself on the bed and cried.
Chapter Thirty
The storm that continued outside had nothing on the storm that raged within Fly
He didn’t run after her. He didn’t try to tell himself it was better this way because it wasn’t. If it was, the yearning for her would be gone. He wanted her, damn it. Here, in his bed. On his terms, not hers.
He was hurting. He wanted to be where Pink was. Fly
Swiping his hand across his face, Fly