to talk."
"I just got out of the shower and planned to put a movie in the DVD player before I go to bed. Can it wait?"
He knew what was under the material she held together so desperately. She could be covered in ten blankets, and he'd know what he'd find underneath. He fisted his hands. Every curve memorized; he could practically feel her smooth skin against his fingers.
Reaching above her shoulder, he pushed the door open more and stepped around her. The aroma of her shampoo lingered in the small room. He couldn't pinpoint if it was a fruit or a flower or a mysterious concoction hanging in the air meant to grab a man by his balls and take him to his knees, but he stood in her living room, trying to remember what he came here to do.
"Curley." Faye yawned. "What are you doing here?"
He remembered why he came. "Did you go to the prison yesterday?"
Her eyelids lowered to the necklaces at the base of his throat. "Yes. I told you I was going."
His throat seized in disappointment. Why would she go to Walker when she was his old lady? Why would she force him to face Walker when he'd already ruined the man's life?
Now he faced having to let her go or fight her every step to get her to quit her job. He was too tired to hash out her idea of working at Kingston Bar with her, and he would never let her go. She meant more to him than anyone would be able to understand.
"Curley?"
He snapped his head up, catching the concern in her voice. She belonged to him.
He hooked her neck, pulling her hard against his body. She blinked fully awake, staring up into his eyes. She'd gone from a scrappy young girl to a beautiful woman in the blink of an eye. He couldn't keep up, and he hated himself for seeing her as sexy and willing when he was there the whole time, helping her grow up without a family.
She'd depended on him. He was supposed to be the one solid presence in her life, cushioning her through her great-grandma dying, her uncle ripped from her life.
And the first time he let his guard down, he slid his cock into her and broke down everything he'd tried hard to build up.
Hating himself every second because she was the best thing he had in his life.
"Damn you." As if it was her fault for tempting him, he claimed her open mouth and kissed her deeply.
The anger inside of him came out in a violent need for more. He flattened his lips against her, thrusting his tongue and drawing hers out. Deepening the kiss, he pulled her up to her toes, unbalancing her. The weight of her body pressed against him, and his balls constricted.
Faye's moan rumbled into his mouth. He held her tighter, fisting her hair in his hands, keeping her in front of him.
The wall met her back. He used the fact she couldn't get away to use his leg to part her knees and grind his thigh against her pussy.
The warmth of her body through his jeans had him breathing hard, taking and stroking her mouth.
Faye's hands pressed against each side of his head, holding him close. He wasn't going anywhere.
Her hips shifted toward him. Without letting go of her neck, he slid his other hand down her body until he found the dip at her waist. His fingers dug into her skin, bringing her forward.
He groaned, dipping his body, getting closer. Her robe had come undone, and he eagerly went for her skin.
The body that haunted his thoughts pressed against him squirming, seeking.
Faye.
His head pounded, and he tried to shake off the pleasure coursing through his veins. It was Faye making him feel that way. She had his cock throbbing, seeking the warmth and tightness he knew he would find. All he had to do was undo his belt and rip his jeans down a few inches.
"Curley," she mumbled against his lips.
He grunted, not wanting to talk. Not in the mood to argue.
If he kept his eyes shut. If he kept her going. If he pretended Walker wasn't her unc—
Curley raised his head, fell away from her, and bellowed, "God damnit, Faye."
"What? What did I do?"
He wiped his forearm across his mouth, trying to rid himself of the pleasure clinging to his lips. His heart raced, every muscle in his body tense and vibrating. He wanted nothing more than