Page 151 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two

“So, you broke up with me because you wanted to protect me?” she finally asks. Her fingers tremble where they hold my wrists.

Like she wants to believe me. Like she’s afraid to.

I nod in response to her question.

“Yes. At least, that’s what I thought I was doing. But what did I want? I wantedyou,Shae. I wanted every part of you. I wanted to worm my way into your soul and stay there. I wanted to grow old with you, marry you, bring life into this world with you. I wantedeverything, Shae, and you were my everything.”

“And now?” she whispers, her lips barely moving.

“And now? Not a goddamn thing has changed, Sweetness.”

I don’t know who moves first—if I take her lips with mine or if she launches herself over the short space separating our bodies. All I know is one moment, I’m staring at her face, and the next, we’re devouring each other as if doing so were elemental to life.

Shae moans, rising to her knees and straddling my lap in a movement that brings her heat right on top of my hard dick.

I grind her against me, breathing her in, sucking at her tongue and lips that taste of sweet cream, and I want more.

I want everything.

“Storm,” she says on a breath when I move my attention to her neck, nipping at the cord there before sucking on the flesh of her shoulder that’s exposed by the old shirt.

Back and forth she rocks her bottom half, and I’m seconds away from nutting in my jeans when she starts to pull her shirt over her head.

“Wait,” I say, grabbing her hands. She looks at me with confusion and then embarrassment.

“Wait, no, there are cameras in here, baby,” I say, my lips close to hers. “I won’t have any other man see the gift of your body.”Ever, is what I want to add.

She lets out a brief shudder before whispering back, “My room or yours?”

I pick her up, and her legs go around my waist as I make the trek toward my bedroom.

When we arrive, the only light comes from the lamp on the side table next to the bed, but it seems perfect, matching the soft, warm mood between us.

Dropping Shae into the middle of the mattress, I take a step back and drink in the image. She rubs her long, toned legs together as I stand over her trembling body.

“Don’t stop kissing me, Storm,” she says, then she tacks on the next part, almost reluctantly. “Please.”

I strip off my shirt and undress down to my boxers, but when Shae starts to remove her shirt again, I put my hands on her wrists.

“Let me,” I whisper, pressing my face into her neck. I feel her reply when her chin rubs against the side of my face.

Inch by inch, I move the shirt up her body, pulling back so that I track every stretch of flesh that’s revealed like the present it is.

She helps me whip the top over her head, and my mouth waters as I look at the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. They’re fuller now, as I noticed before, and her areolas are wider.

“Did you nurse our babies, Shae?” I ask, my fingers cupping the underside of her breasts, pulling to the tip. She shudders, her pelvis flexing, and she nods while biting her bottom lip.

“For how long?” I ask.

“Six months,” she blurts out on a pant. “I wanted to nurse them longer, but I had to work and prepare for school. I was pumping, too, but it got to be?—

My grunt cuts her off as my head hangs. She worked while recovering from birthing our children; she worked with two children at her breast…all while I sat on an inheritance and enough money to take care of her and our kids without a second thought.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, placing delicate kisses on the tips of her nipples. “I’m so sorry, Shae.” I draw her nipple then most of the areola into my mouth, sucking hard. Her hands go to my head, and I flick my gaze up to see her throw her head back with a moan.

“I’m sorry, Sweetness,” I murmur when I press kisses to the space between her breasts, making my way to the other one.

“Storm,” she says on a choked sigh, her hands moving from my head to my neck and down my shoulder blades.