Unleashing Sin - A. M. Wilson Page 0,75
when your own mother’s pleading with you to come back home? Two fuckin’ years, Shelby, that’s how long she’s been without her baby. You really think you’re going to drop by and say ‘hey ma, I’m still alive. I’m livin’ with this stranger who’s been a dick seventy percent of the time, but for some reason, I’m stickin’ around.’ And she’s going to be okay with that? Fuck no.”
His inability to see reason beyond what’s been ingrained into his head for god knows how long makes me snap.
“Fine. I’m going.” I snatch my fallen paper off the coffee table.
“Good,” he bites out.
I stomp by, slapping my arm out and across his chest as I pass.
“Without you,” I bite out through teeth clamped tight.
He catches my forearm in a tight grip. “Like hell, you are.”
I level him with the strongest gaze I can muster, praying like hell it gets through to him.
“Let Go.”
He drops my arm as if it burns.
“How’re you gonna get there?” he growls, wounded and vulnerable.
I cross to the front door, whip it open, and deliver the final blow.
“I’m not sure, but I’ve picked up some skills that may come in handy.” With one last glower cast his way, I step into the hallway and slam the door.
“FUCK!”
Shame and regret fill me as I lower my head, hang on for dear life, and pray I read the situation correctly.
“SHELBY!” His roar blasts through me to the bone, bringing with it a chill at the same time it incinerates me from the inside out.
The door to his apartment nearly flies off the hinges, and his frantic face fills my space. I tip my chin, showing him the track of tears glistening down my cheek.
“Do you get it now?” I whisper as I wait for the fulcrum to tip.
He tears a hand through his hair, looking more like a lost little boy than the tattooed beast of a man before me.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “For being an insufferable ass.”
My body strains to go to him as if we’re tethered in an everlasting orbit. To wrap him up and hold him, to never let him go. I hold steady, my proximity close, but the next move is his to make. I can’t make it for him.
“I—” The start stop of his words stutters in my heart. He looks behind me down the hall and swipes his hair again.
He huffs in resignation and looks back at me. “I’m fuckin’ in love with you.”
More wetness gathers in the corners of my eyes.
“I don’t even need you to love me back,” he mumbles a little lost.
“Shut up.”
His head jerks back.
“Of course, I love you back.” The words come out garbled and watery. I plant a palm in his chest, step across the threshold, and shove.
He falls back a step, his strong fingers wrapping loosely around my wrist as he regards me warily and with confusion etched on his beautiful face.
“I think I’ve loved you since the second I woke up.”
“Blossom—”
I take another step, push him again, and launch myself into his arms. My legs secure me tightly around his hips, his hands cradle my ass, and I cup his face in my hands.
“And it’s time you get it through your thick skull that I am never going to leave you,” I whisper vehemently. I don’t wait to seal my mouth against his, taking a kiss that is mine to take. And I don’t want to wait to be with him any longer.
Sparks trill my spine as he clutches my ass in his hands and attacks my mouth with fervor. He groans my name like a holy prayer in mass on Good Friday when I stroke his bottom lip with my tongue.
I reach behind us where we still stand in his entryway and slam the door shut. Alex takes two steps forward and pins me against it, one hand releasing my backside to grip my hair and angle my head. He dives back in deeper, his tongue pressing against mine, stroking it.
I wrench away to catch my breath, and Alex presses his forehead against my temple.
“Are you done being an idiot?” I mumble and caress his hair. I feel his grin against my cheek.
“I s’pose.”
“Good.” I take a deep breath. “Are you ready to make love to me now?”
Alex jerks his head back to inspect me closely. “Now?”
“Yes, now. Here on the floor would do, or against this wall—ah!” I squeal as Alex spins with me in his arms and marches across the room.
“Not