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|Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss|
She stared up at me with big eyes as her breath tickled my lips. “Anthony,” she whispered as her lip touched mine. “I can’t.”
“Stop denying that you want me too. Do you feel it?” I whispered.
Her eyes closed as she melted into my touch. “I just can’t.”
I wanted to argue with her and prove her wrong. There was no way I’d believe she couldn’t. It wasn’t an option. Without trying to convince her with words, I pressed my lips to her mouth and tasted the sweet gloss that lined them. The spark from weeks ago felt more like a raging inferno.
She pushed my chest as I held her to me. Her lower half inched away as I gripped her back with one hand. She felt it. I knew she felt it.
“Anthony,” she murmured as she stopped trying to escape.
“Max,” I moaned as I dug my fingers in her hair. I kept kissing her, not wanting to break contact.
When I felt her lack of resistance, I released her lips. As I rested my forehead on hers, I stared at her mouth. It was slightly parted, swollen, and red, and it glistened in the light.
“Why?” she whispered before she pulled her upper lip into her mouth and licked it.
Our heartbeats thundered wildly in our chests as our bodies touched. I slid my hand down her back and settled it next to my other hand, which was already holding her to me.
“I don’t know.” I was honest with her. I didn’t have a fucking clue what it was about her. Something didn’t want me to say goodbye and let go of the single night I’d spent in her bed.
It wasn’t fucking her that had my mind in a tizzy, but something about her. I’d never met someone who had so invaded my thoughts after a single kiss. Hell, I’d never had anyone invade my thoughts unless it was while I was jacking off and replaying our sexual escapades. With Max, it was something more, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“I tried to forget about you, Max. I tried everything to forget about you and rid myself of your memory.”
“And?” she asked with a breathy voice as her eyes locked with mine.
I blinked, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. I sucked in a breath and started to speak. “It didn’t work. I’ve been going out of my mind. You’ve haunted my dreams and filled my thoughts every waking minute.” I blew out the breath I hadn’t fully released.
“It’s not fair,” she said, closing her eyes.
I pulled her closer. “What’s not fair, Max?” I asked, trying to hide the confusion that undoubtedly was written all over my face.
“I feel it, Anthony. There’s something that happens when I touch you.” She kept her eyes closed as she continued to talk, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve never felt that with anyone before. Maybe it’s just been so long since I’ve let a man touch me.”
“Are you sure you aren’t a lesbian, Max? If you are, I’m okay with sharing you, and it’s totally sexy.”
The seriousness of the moment was broken as she started to laugh. “Oh my God, seriously?” she asked through her laughter. “You think I’m gay still?”
“You said it’s been a long time since a man has touched you,” I replied, feeling my face begin to heat. I felt like a complete idiot. Obviously, I’d been wrong when I’d assumed she liked to lick pussy as much as I did.
“You’re an idiot.”
Yep, I felt like the biggest moron on the planet. Sweat started to collect on top of my brow as I stood there. What the fuck had I done? I’d started out strong and made a complete ass out of myself.
“I’m not gay, Anthony,” she said as she stopped laughing and looked up at me. “No one has touched me in years. We’ve been over this before.” She swallowed hard as her eyes dropped to the floor.
“Max.” I touched her chin, bringing her eyes to mine. “I’m sorry I just assumed. For whatever reason you’ve sworn off men, I beg you to give me a chance.”
I really started to hate the word can’t. There was no such thing. Either she didn’t want to or something else was holding her back.
“Yes, you can.”
“You don’t understand, Anthony. I can’t deal with a relationship right now. Or ever, for that matter. It’s not for me. If it were, I’d give myself to you in a heartbeat.”
I held her by the arms, holding her away from me just far enough to look at her entire face. “What’s stopping you? I’ll do anything to make it happen.”
She shook her head and frowned. “There’s nothing you can do.” She still hadn’t looked me in the eyes as I held her at arm’s length.
“Max, look at me,” I said, gripping her tighter, but not enough to hurt.
When she didn’t look up, I repeated myself.
“Max,” I commanded. “Look. At. Me.”
As her eyes met mine, I could see the tears that had collected in them. When she blinked, a single tear slid down her cheek, leaving a dark, glistening trail on her skin.
“Kitty Cat, you can have me. There’s nothing stopping us. I don’t get why you’re playing hard to get.”
“I just can’t.”
“Have a boyfriend?”
“Anthony, I said no one has touched me.”
“Maybe he’s a prick who doesn’t have sex with you. We’ve established you aren’t gay. Have kids?”