Rock Me Deeper (Licks of Leather #5) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,12
loud knock the front door stopped me mid-sentence.
Heart hammering in my chest, my brain swirled with a million reasons why giving Syd a second chance was impossible. My heart sunk as the light in his eyes dimmed and a scowl claimed the sculpted lines and angles of his still-handsome face.
Syd had been heart-stoppingly gorgeous as a teen, but he’d matured into a sexy, drool-worthy man.
With a bleak nod of acceptance, he turned and strode toward the foyer.
Trembling, I tried to shove his suggestion away but couldn’t. Even with the risk of total destruction, my heart began pleading for me to give Syd a second chance. I rushed to the bathroom, foolishly thinking I could escape the conflict pressing down around me. But it didn’t ease. Even after kicking off Mia’s tennis shoes and starting the shower, Syd’s half-spoken entreaty echoed in my brain.
As I struggled to silence his petition, I carefully lifted the cotton tee off over my head. Body throbbing, I eased the soft sweatpants down my legs. By the time I stepped inside the gleaming marble enclosure, I was shaking from the shards of pain assaulting my nerve endings. But that was nothing compared to the pure agony that consumed me when I stepped beneath the spray. The pelting water felt like shards of glass, scraping open each burn, cut, and torn flesh.
Biting back a wail of agony, I gripped the faucets, squeezed my eyes shut, and gave myself permission to be weak again and cried.
Cried from the pain slicing me in two.
Cried from the shame of falling victim to Zattman and his twisted game.
Cried for being helpless to stop or escape the demon on my own.
Cried over the myriad of emotions seeing Syd again unfurled in my soul.
Cried because no matter how badly I wanted to absolve his sins, take him up on his offer, and welcome him back into my life, I knew one day he’d leave me again. Leave me and shatter what little was left of my heart.
Why? Why did it feel so right to be with him again, yet feel so fucking wrong?
Why had I spent all the years without him, clinging to memories and dreams of what could have been?
I’d spent my life alone and trapped so deep in the past that I’d lost the ability to care about anyone or anything. When Monica had approached me to join her for a vacation in LA, I’d agreed, not because I wanted to spend time with her but because I wanted to try and purge Syd from my soul. He’d been my everything. But I knew deep in my heart I had to stop clinging to hopeless dreams and start living again instead of simply existing.
“Why? Why, out of all the people on the planet, did Syd have to be the one to find me beaten and helpless?’ I mewled pitifully.
“I guess fate decided we’d been apart long enough,” Syd replied.
A startled yelp burst from my throat as I whirled around to find him standing behind me, wearing nothing but cautious regard. Mist from the shower was already collecting on his tanned flesh, sending rivulets of water trickling down all the places on his naked body I ached to trace with my tongue.
Syd wasn’t a boy anymore but a man, fully grown. From his sculpted shoulders, pecs, and biceps to his washboard abs. Lost in the splendor of each tempting inch, my stare trailed over the defined V etched at his hips, only to be swept farther south, stilling on his glorious erect cock.
It was drastically larger now and growing mouthwateringly longer and thicker by the second. Heat and desire—longings I thought long dead—reawakened with a basal roar, sending a rush of demand spilling from my folds.
Syd hadn’t even touched me…hadn’t uttered a single salacious word, and already my heart was racing, clit throbbing, and my folds swelling, priming my quivering tunnel to welcome him inside me again.
No. This is wrong, all wrong.
It didn’t matter that we’d lost our virginity together or spent months exploring every kind of sexual splendor we could imagine. Attempting to pick up where we left off was a disaster of the heart—namely mine—waiting to happen.
But oh, god, how I want to. No! I have to stop this now.
“What are you doing? Get out,” I scolded, shoving him back.
The instant my palms met his steely pecs, a white-hot current raced up my arms, skittered down my spine, and coalesced between my legs. Even as the hot water continued pelting