High Stakes Gamble

Chapter Thirty

Once Jeff left, Aurora knew she should leave the sanctity of Kai’s arms but she just couldn’t. Weak from being emotionally overloaded, she nestled closer and let the tide of relief wash over her.

She couldn’t have survived these last few days without this man near. His constant glances full of tenderness and messages of caring were all that kept her from falling completely apart. And from losing her mind so completely she might not be able to come back.

All the anger she’d nursed over the previous months had faded to unimportant and inconsequential. His arms mattered. His softly whispered words of encouragement mattered. And the flutterings of heat starting low in her stomach began to matter.

Oh God. Was she a skank, thinking of sex when only ice surrounded her heart? Fear had replaced her humanity and a strange blankness had taken over and corrupted her brain. Could she exist without any kind of natural emotions? Could passion kick-start her core? Help her recover?

Did she want to? The fear had become unbearable, all those horrible feelings that tied her into a mess of knots to where she couldn’t act like herself, or even think.

What if she let everything go? Experienced the magic he’d given her once before. Maybe it would help her sleep, give her some peace from the ghastly pain that tore and gouged and ripped her raw.

Purposely she moved her behind against his thighs and felt his instant response. She angled her head to let his roving lips move closer to the skin on her neck.

His hesitation spoke volumes. It had been understood that he’d only been comforting her. But right now she didn’t want comfort. She wanted hot, hard sex. Forgetfulness beckoned and tempted. If she could release this heartache for even a short while, it would be worth tomorrow’s remonstrations and guilt.

Her words came out husky, the yearning obvious. “Wanna have sex with me?”

He held her away from him, his hands crushing her shoulders. “I can’t ever have sex with you, Darlin’. You should know that.”

When she thrust away from him, he grabbed her back roughly. “Between us, it’ll always be making love. You want plain, ordinary sex; I’m not your man. But if you want me to love every beautiful, precious inch of you then just you nod and I’ll take care of everything.”

She searched his eyes, those slanted big blue beauties that had been her downfall from the first time they looked her way. Full of passion, his sultry stare worked its enchantment. Shivers began low forcing her to clench her leg muscles and jiggle to release the pressure.

“You’re killing me here.” His words sounded ragged and his uneven breathing a sign of how she’d affected him.

Other than a groan bitten off, her gallant idiot did nothing to try and affect her decision. All he did was wait patiently, the muscles in his jaw working, his eyes now narrowed to try and hide his powerful hunger. He couldn’t fool her. She suffered from the exact same longing.

Her hands seemed to reach for his beautiful face of their own accord. She ran her fingers through the long hair and smiled when words burst out from him. “I’ve been a bit busy lately baby, but I swear I’ll shave the shit off first moment I get.”

She smiled. Couldn’t help herself. The cheeky devil always had the ability to get to her. She moved her lips close to his and whispered, “Make love to me.” Then she lowered her mouth to his and gave over control.