Breathe You - C.R. Jane Page 0,41

they’re wrong?”

When she doesn’t respond and bows her head, my heart falls to the floor, like a fragile grenade ready to explode with the slightest provocation.

“So why would you care that Tracy was talking to me?”

“I didn’t like it.”

“Tough shit. I don’t like everyone thinking you’re only Quaid’s either,” I snap back at her, unable to hide my anger.

She keeps to her somber stance, but the way she fists her hands at her side shows me she’s just as upset as I am.

“Come here,” I order.

She straightens her spine and looks me in the eye, not moving an inch towards me.

“Come here, Valentina,” I repeat with a dominant tone.

Ever so slowly, she walks over to me, and my legs open wide so she can cradle herself in between them.

“I have no interest in Tracy Hollis whatsoever.”

“It didn’t look like that from where I was standing.”

“I don’t care how it looked. I’m telling you I don’t want her.”

“Who do you want?” The whispered question kisses my aching heart.

I lick my lips and trace the pad of my thumb on the little sliver of skin from under her T-shirt. Like everything pertaining to Valentina, her skin is rich and intoxicating.

“Who do you think I want?”

“Say it,” she commands, running her fingers through my hair, her nails divinely dragging along my scalp.

I tilt my head back just enough to look at her, my tongue playing with my lips, like I wish I could toy with hers. I’m so fucking hungry for her, but if I tell Valentina what she wants, I’ll never be able to deny it again.

“Say it, Carter. I want you to say it.”

“You. I want you, Valentina. Always have, always will.”

The pleased smile that rises on her lips warms my dark soul.

“Prove it,” she whispers.

In one fast swoop, I grab her by the waist and throw her on the bed, my body looming over her completely.

“And how should I prove it?” I tease, running my knuckles on her olive-toned cheek.

“Kiss me,” she begs on baited breath and with half-mast eyes.

Without a second thought, I do as she asks.

I kiss her and pour all my anguish, heartache, and pain into this one kiss. All the words left unsaid between us fills this one kiss. It speaks of longing, of desperation, and ultimately, of my undying love for her. When I pull away, there are tears in her eyes. I open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, but she grabs me by the neck and kisses me again.

While my kiss was filled with hurt and longing, hers is filled with promises. Promises that my anguished heart wants frantically to believe in. And with each silent vow she makes with her kiss, I grab hold of it and lock it away deep in the confinements of my bruised-up soul for safe keeping.

Our tongues continue to dance with each other as our hands get acquainted with the rest of our bodies. She pulls at the hem of my shirt, and I take her lead and pull the rest of it over my head to give her full access to me. She sighs into my mouth, and I eat up every one. Her nails sink into my back, and I treasure the mark she leaves on me. My hard cock rubs up against her hot core, begging to be let out of its cage so he too can relish in her light. I pull her shirt off and begin to kiss each patch of skin my lips can find, eager to discover every hidden secret she may hold. Valentina’s fingers trail over my back as I lavish one pert nipple with my teeth and tongue. I suck through the material of her lace bra, her nipples turning harder than cut diamonds.

“Take it off,” she urges, leaning up just enough for me to unclasp her bra.

I do as she says, and my lust only amplifies when her breasts are in my face. I kiss her neck, nibbling on it as my hand grabs one full breast. She gasps and arches her back, her pussy connecting with my cock, driving me insane. I need to be inside her like I need oxygen to live.

Fuck that!

I need it more than the air I’m breathing.

I kiss her mouth, eating up her moans and cries as I pull down her jeans’ zipper. My fingers find her drenched, and an anguished moan rips out of my throat with how wet she is for me. I run my hand up and down