Authors: Marilyn
She bit her lip, her heart thumping. “Admit what?”
“I fell hard for you the night we met—in every way that mattered.”
Her lips trembled. “Carter?”
“Since then I’ve been stumbling around in two different kinds of fog. When I was pretending I didn’t want a real relationship with you, it was kind of a fog of insanity. When we were together, it was a sweet insanity that’s made rational thought almost impossible.”
Lord, she liked the sound of his words, but with her luck with men lately he was talking about a friendship with benefits type relationship. That deliberately would not work for her. “And what does that mean in English, Carter?”
“It means I’m as in love with you as I hope you still are with me, sweet. It means I desperately need and want you to share the sweet insanity of being in love with me again. Please tell me I haven’t blown another chance with you by my failure to realize or admit what I felt sooner.”
She blinked rapidly in an effort to keep her gaze tear free. “Are you…sure?” Or was he thinking with his cock?
He nodded. “I know I hurt you and I wouldn’t risk doing that again if I weren’t sure. I’m very sure or I wouldn’t be here.”
“If you really felt this way seven weeks ago, why did you walk out on me?”
He sighed. “When you blew me off when I wanted to introduce you to my best friend I decided you weren’t interested in anything beyond sex.”
She shook her head. “That wasn’t true but you held that against me?”
“I wondered how serious you could be if you didn’t want to meet one of the most important people in my life. Unlike Blondie, Dan is quite civilized—for a white boy.”
She gave him a cool look. “For the last time, his name is Mark. And?”
“And I suspected you wanted marriage and probably a kid or two,” he admitted.
“And what was so bad about wanting those things?”
“Nothing. I was happily married for several years and I have two kids I love dearly.”
“But?”
“But I just didn’t think I was interested in getting married again and my guys are already fairly self-sufficient and living away from home. I didn’t think I wanted to start the process all over again and make another twenty-year commitment.”
“Then why are you here, Carter? You were right. I do want to get married again and I do want at least one child.”
He shrugged. “I’m here because I’ve been miserable without you. I tried to get over you and it didn’t work. I don’t want to try any longer. I want a real relationship with you.”
“What about what I want and need in a relationship?”
“Marriage and more kids?”
“It wouldn’t be more for me, Carter. But yes.”
“I’ll admit I wasn’t really feeling either idea when we first met, but since then, I’ve had several weeks of misery as a precursor to what my life would be like without you. I didn’t like it one damned bit. It’s not something I want to continue to subject myself to. If you want to get married and have a baby…that’s not off the table.”
“That’s not the same thing as saying you’re on board for it. Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “I am. I’ve thought about it long and hard and weighed all the pros and cons before I made the decision to try to win you back. Whatever you want and need, I’m your man. I’ll be as loving and supportive a father to our child as I’ve been to my guys.”
She bit her lip and blinked rapidly.
He squeezed her hand. “Now please put me out of my misery. Are you still in love with me?”
She nodded, her throat tight with the effort not to cry.
“And we can try again?”
She nodded again as a tear rolled down her cheek.
He exhaled and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Good. I called my sons earlier today and told them about you and that if things went well tonight, I’d expect them to fly home to meet you.”
“I’d love to meet them…and your friends.”
“Good. Oh, God. Does this mean I’ll have to learn to get along with Blondie?”
Men. She could envision the same response from Mark when he learned she was allowing Carter back into her life. “He’s my best friend, so yes. That’s exactly what it means.”
“He is just a friend…isn’t he?”
“Oh, Carter. How many times do I have to reassure you of that fact? He only kissed me and slapped my ass tonight to annoy you. Unfortunately, he doesn’t like you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
She sighed. “I’m only too aware of that.”
“But I’ll do my best not to kick his ass for your sake.”
“I’d appreciate that, although you might not find it so easy to kick his ass. He can take care of himself.”
“So can I.”
“Good. Then maybe the two of you will learn to behave like adults.”
“I’ll try if the white boy does.”
“His name is Mark,” she reminded him.
“Mark. Got it.”
“I hope so because he means a lot to me, Carter. He’s been there for me through some of the darkest times in my life. I need and want to continue the close relationship with him without feeling as if I have to choose between the two of you. Please try to get along with him.”
“I will, sweet. If things continue to be…unpleasant between us, it won’t be because I haven’t tried. Okay?”
“Thanks.”
He smiled. “Now. I also called my mother and told her about you.”
She moistened her lips. “And?”
“And she’s looking forward to meeting you soon.”
“Oh, Carter, I’d love to meet your mom.”
“What about your parents? My father died last year.”
“I’m sorry. My parents live in Atlanta. Mom is going to love you.”
“And your father?”
She shrugged. “He was hoping I’d marry another black man, but since he was always living in fear that Mark and I would one day fall in love he’ll consider you the lesser of two evils.”
“Charming.”
She laughed. “Not to worry, handsome. I love you enough for my whole family.” She lifted his hand from the table, and kissed it.
“God, I love when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Kiss my hand.”
She smiled. “You do?”
He nodded. “I do. When I realized how much having you kiss my hand meant to me, I should have known I was in love you.”
“Would you like to take me home and show me how much you love me?”
“Oh, sweet. Yes. I ache for you.”
“Then let’s skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”
“You twisted my arm.” He looked around and signaled for the waiter.
Fifty minutes later, she was naked with her breasts pressed against the wall near the door of her apartment as he slowly pushed his big cock between her trembling thighs and deep into her pussy.
Lord, what an absolutely incredible sensation. She moaned and pushed her ass against his groin.
Reaching around to finger her pussy and clit, he fucked in and out of her with hard, deep, delicious thrusts that sent chills of pleasure radiating all through her body. Sex with him went beyond the purely physical straight to the emotional.
He pressed his lips against her ear, while caressing her belly with his free hand. “Oh, fuck. There’s no feeling in the world as sweet as being so deep inside you that I feel as if we’re two parts of one whole. God, I love you, Kira,” he whispered, propelling himself as deep inside her as possible. “I love your pussy and I love you.”
“Tell me more,” she whispered. “Make verbal love to me.”
“Every dark, luscious inch of your beautiful, voluptuous body enchants and delights me. I love the way your big ass feels against my groin as we make love and fuck.”
Make love and fuck. Oh, hell, yeah. Such sweet, sweet words. Combined with the motion of his cock sliding in and out of her with the force of a relentless piston, it didn’t take long for her to peak and come all over the hard length still thrusting inside her with such magnificent gusto.
Lord, what a cock. What a man! “I love you too, handsome. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
“Believe it, sweet. I’m all yours.”
All hers. Her cock…her lover…and her man. The bliss and sense of belonging to him she felt as they came within seconds of each other was insanely deliciously. Loving him and knowing he loved her made sharing such sweet insanity with him sheer magic.
In Blood and Worth Loving 2: Lost Without You Excerpt
© 2012 Marilyn Lee
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Chapter One
“Do you mind if I sit for a moment?”
Seated alone at a table for two, Jayvyn Redwolfe tore his gaze from the pretty, buxom brunette he’d spent the last fifteen minutes watching slow dance. He turned his attention back to the woman who stood to his left.
The dim club lighting presented no obstacle to his giving her a swift but thorough inspection. Around 5’5”, she had dark hair and eyes, full lips, nice sized breasts and beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate. Although surrounded by women other men might consider more attractive, she gave him a slow, confident smile that sent a surprising rush of excitement through him.
Maybe he wouldn’t regret having allowed Rayna to talk him into accompanying her for a night of clubbing after all. Abandoning his half-formed plan to ask the brunette to dance, he rose and moved around the table to pull out the chair opposite his. “I insist you do.”
She gave him a sexy smile. “Then I’d better sit down.”
“Yes. You’d better.”
As she sat, her soft, subtle perfume filled his nostrils. Suppressing an almost primal urge to bend his head and inhale her scent, he returned to his chair to give her his full attention. And she was certainly worth a second look with her warm brown eyes, enchanting smile, and her absolutely alluring neck.
She placed a hand on her throat. “You’re staring at my neck. Is something stuck here?”
It was too early in the game to reveal his hunger. He flashed a quick smile while shaking his head. “No.”
She placed her hand back on the table, exposing her lovely neck again.
Jayvyn made an effort not to stare at the delectable region below her head. He glanced at the half-empty glass she’d placed on the table to her right. “Would you like another drink?”
“Thanks but any more than this and—”
“Don’t stop now. And what?”
“And I become wild and unmanageable.”
“Really?” He smiled. “Then by all means have another.”
She arched a brow. “And make a spectacle of myself?”
He leaned forward and spoke in a sotto conspiratorial voice. “I promise not to tell anyone if you do.”
He watched yet another slow, sensual smile curve her luscious lips in response. “That’s a very generous offer.”
He smiled. “I’m a very generous guy.”
“Even so, for the sake of my reputation, I think I’d better stick to my limit.”
Too bad. He glanced at her bare left hand. “Are you here alone?”
She shook her head. “I’m with friends. We made the mistake of starting to dance as soon as we arrived. Now that we’re ready for a short break, we split up to look for seats to rest before dancing some more of the night away.”
“Are your friends male or female?”
“There are four of us. Two of each.”
“Just friends?”
She arched a brow. “I’m starting to feel as if I’m being cross-examined.”
Maybe because you are.
He flashed a brief smile. “Just friends?” he asked again.
A frown furrowed her brow before she gave him a surprised look as if she expected him to already know the answer to the question. Finally, she shrugged. “We’re here as couples meeting a few other friends.” She lifted her glass to her slightly parted lips.
Her mouth looked soft and deliciously kissable.
Couples? Damn.
“So that wasn’t a pickup line?”
She moistened her lips. “A pickup…you mean you thought I was coming onto you?”
“Weren’t you?”
She tilted her head. “You ask that as if you’re used to women trying to pick you up.”
“At the risk of sounding conceited, I am.”
“Trust me. It does sound conceited.”
His lips twitched with suppressed amusement. “Maybe so, but I know when a woman is flirting with me.”
“Okay. Maybe I was flirting a little—”
“A little?”
“Okay. Maybe I flirted a little more than I should have.”
“But?” He encouraged when she abruptly ended her sentence. “Go on.”
“But it’s girls’ night out.”
“Girls?” She appeared to be in her early thirties. “You don’t object to the term girl?”
She shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “The older I get the less I object.”
A human woman who didn’t take herself too seriously. Rare and interesting. And intriguing.
“Before you misunderstand, I should point out I’m here with my date.”
Lucky bastard. “You’re on a girls’ night out with a guy in tow?”