The Man Who Has No Heart - Victoria Quinn Page 0,60

bit of emotion. The corner of her mouth rose slightly, not making a full smile, but acknowledging the warmth my statement made her feel.

I knew how to be with a woman, but I’d never truly been in a relationship before. My marriage to Valerie entailed my fidelity, but I didn’t kiss her when she walked through the door, didn’t hold her while we slept, didn’t hug her for no reason at all. And all the other women before and after her were just flings.

This was my first real relationship.

So, I just did what I wanted when I felt like it, and right now, I wanted to kiss her. My arm slid around her waist and hugged her lower back, bringing her into me, her chin tilted up like she already knew what was coming.

I brought her lips to mine, giving her a soft kiss that lasted longer than I meant for it to because I struggled to pull away. It was combustible just like last time—the chemistry, the sparks, the physical desire all there. It was just a kiss, but it was enough to make me see the stars, to lose my breath a little, to feel more than I’d ever felt in my life.

I was a man full of nothing.

But she made me feel everything.

I released her but continued to stare, the thoughts swirling in my head like uninterpreted data. I tried to organize everything, to find concrete reasons to explain my feelings, but everything was too complicated for me to understand.

Her hand slid underneath my shirt and rested on my hip, her thumb against one of my abs. It gently rubbed across my skin as she looked up at me through her thick lashes, like she felt everything I’d just felt.

Now that I had her, I didn’t want to lose her.

I knew what it was like to lose her, and I never wanted to go through that again.

It was more painful than my divorce—in a different way.

As if she knew I wanted to say something, she stayed quiet, being patient—like always.

“You make me feel something.” It was a terrible choice of words, but I couldn’t describe it better than that.

She stared into my eyes, hanging on every word.

“Derek was the only one who made me feel emotions, made me feel connected to another person. But you make me feel something too—just in a different way. I’ve always been numb to everything, to people, to the world…but I don’t feel that way with you.”

Her eyes softened.

“You make me feel…everything.”

Her hands moved to my chest, and she stepped closer to me. “You make me feel too.”

I rested my forehead against hers, my hands sliding to her waist. I held her that way for a long time, just feeling the high of chemicals in my brain, the pleasure she gave me, the way she made my heart feel light and airy. “I never want to lose you.”

Her arms rested on mine, her chin tilted up to look at me. “You won’t…because I never want to lose you either.”

She was naked in my bed, her toenails painted pink, her hair scattered across the pillow, her lips anxious for mine.

I dropped my final piece of clothing, my boxers, and then approached the bed, my hard dick ready to return to its happy place. The head was already drooling, getting a drop or two on the rug. I stared at the beautiful woman waiting for me, the woman who made me forget the nameless and faceless women who had been there before. I was never alive with them. But with her, I burned brighter than the sun.

My knees hit the bed and I moved up her body, but I stopped at her waist. I lay on my stomach, scooped up her ass with both arms, and then pressed a kiss to her wet sex.

She hadn’t expected it, but she arched her back immediately and released a suppressed moan. Her hand immediately went to my head, her fingertips digging into my hair, and she held on like she needed something to grab on to.

I tasted her, fulfilled an urge I tried to pretend I never had. And she tasted exactly like I thought—vanilla ice cream. My entire mouth sealed over her pussy, and I sucked, devouring her entrance and doing exactly what I wanted, my dick oozing onto the bed underneath me. My hands pushed her legs farther back, getting more access to the feature that now obsessed me. I’d been a sexual person since