Page 32 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)
Chapter Thirty-Two
JAMES
R aven’s head snaps toward me, and I step closer. “You fucking heard me… unpack. Your. Shit.”
“Or what?”
Jesus fucking Christ. This little brat.
“I’ll make you,” I mutter, my voice a low growl. Her leaving isn’t an option. “Your life is in danger. You’ll stay here where I can protect you.”
“Didn’t you hear anything I just said to you, James?” she shouts, throwing her hands in the air. “I told you I can’t be around you because I’m in love with you, and you insist on keeping me here.”
Oh, I heard everything she said alright.
I couldn’t unhear it if I tried. The way I feel like she’s slapped me upside my head has me reeling, her words hitting too close to home, and I’m balancing on the edge of a knife.
I’ve tried to fight it, I really have, but fuck if those words don’t start unraveling everything I’ve tried so hard to keep at bay .
“I’m trying to keep you safe, goddammit,” I roar, my hands clenching and unclenching as I close my eyes and inhale deeply. “You can’t be in love with someone if you’re dead,” I seethe. Flashes of Raven lying in a morgue causes bile to work its way up my throat.
Raven looks at me, tears pooling in her eyes. “Then what do I do, James? I can’t love you and stay here at the same time.”
She nods her head slowly at my silence, scoffing and walking over to the dresser to grab more of her stuff.
I grip my hair in my hands. She can’t love me. She can’t . I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m trying to be the good guy for once. I’ve never had a relationship, so I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with her, and she deserves so much more than the quick fuck I can give her.
Bracing myself from the wave of sickness, I try again, “You need to find someone your own age, pretty girl. Someone who you’ll be able to proudly show off instead of people talking about you behind your back.
” Taking a couple of tentative steps toward her, I continue, “I’m not the right guy for you. ”
Raven sighs. “How do you know if you don’t try?”
The fact that she has a point starts eating at me. This girl has become someone so important to me, but I’d ruin her. Not to mention what this would do to Drew. I just can’t .
The tension lessons in my shoulders and Raven notices. She takes the last few remaining steps to stand in front of me.
God help me, but my resolve is waning as she looks up at me with her green eyes that make my heart melt every time I look into them.
It’s like she can see past every piece of wall I’ve ever put up and can see the real me.
Not the one who puts on a front, but the me that’s a jealous and possessive asshole that just wants to be loved.
Raven reaches her hand up to my face, cupping my cheek.
I clench my hands at my sides, desperately trying not to put my hands on her and cross a line that we can’t come back from.
When I don’t pull away, she brings her other hand up and leans in to press her lips gently against mine.
A groan works its way out, my walls about to crumble completely.
She draws back, giving me a look so full of love it makes my chest ache. Raven gently strokes the side of my face. “I know you want this just as much as I do,” she whispers, brushing her lips against mine again. “Let me love you, Daddy.”
My brain goes into overdrive, and I can’t think or breathe for a minute. This is going to end badly, but fuck if I don’t want it. If I haven’t wanted it since the night of her birthday. Every reason why this is a bad idea flies through my head, but ultimately…
“Fuck it . ”
I slam my lips against hers, closing the small gap, and dig my hands into her hair, tugging her as close as I can get her.
Raven gasps into my mouth, giving me the perfect opportunity to slide my tongue in.
She matches me stroke for stroke, like we’ve been doing this our whole lives.
The taste of her is addictive, and I can’t stop.
Bringing my hand up, I cup her breast, swallowing the moan that leaves her. Raven’s hands find their way into my hair and pulls me closer, almost to the point where neither one of us can breathe, we’re so close.
Bending down, I grab her ass and pick her up. Raven wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us the short distance to the bed. When my knees hit the edge, I lay her down, still not breaking apart. I’ve never kissed someone for so long before, but with her, I just can’t get enough.
My body stretches on top of her, her curves fitting perfectly against my hard edges, and I groan, running my hand down her body, past her tits and to her thigh. I hook it over my leg and grind into her like a teenager getting laid for the first time.
Raven whimpers at the contact, finally breaking the kiss as she gasps, “Fuck, that feels so good, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
Trailing kisses down her neck, I reply, “Don’t plan on it, baby.” I feel her shiver at the nickname, and I smile against her skin. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” I growl, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt and pulling it up.
Her breasts spill out, and my jaw drops. Beautiful, dusky pink nipples greet me, and my mouth waters at the sight. I glance up at Raven—her head is thrown back against the pillow, eyes closed, and her breathing shallow.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I demand as I pinch her nipple.