Fighting to Forget(17)

“Yeah, Tasha?” He wanted to call her baby, wanted her to come home with him, to be with him and ease this intense need he had for her. It had been building, growing inside of him, and he needed to get it out. But he didn’t wait for her to tell him what she wanted. He leaned in, grabbed her behind the neck, and pulled her forward. She made this small gasping noise, and then he had his lips on hers, kissing her like he’d never kissed a woman, and felt this completion fill him. It felt right to have her like this, to finally ignore his darker, pathetic side and just take what he wanted because she wanted it, too.

He kissed her, licked at her lips, and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it and licking the erotically abused area. His cock was hard, throbbing behind his zipper, and he knew that he couldn’t stop this. He didn’t want to.

“Take me to your place, Larson,” she said softly against his lips.

His heart thundered, and his mind waged war with what he really wanted.

This isn’t right. You’ll ruin her, ruin what you want with her. You can’t even control yourself or the emotions you have. How can you be good to her, be good to any woman?

But Larson didn’t stop, didn’t turn away. Instead he felt himself move closer to her. “You sure?” He didn’t want to ask that question, because the truth was he just wanted to take her to his room and fuck her until they both were too exhausted to even move.

She pulled back an inch, looked up at him, and he swore he held his breath. She licked her lips, those lush, thick and full lips that he’d just been kissing, sucking at, and wanted more of.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Larson.”

And that was all he needed to hear. He pulled back from her, but then thought better and leaned in and kissed her again. He was going to devour her, and he wouldn’t stop until both of them couldn’t take anymore.





Chapter Eight



He led them inside, and although she knew this wasn’t the smart thing to do because her body was on fire just being in his presence, she also wasn’t going to stop it. This was moving so fast all of a sudden, and the chemistry and electricity bouncing between them were intense and consuming. He shut the door once she was inside, and she looked around. The house was small, kind of bare of any kind of décor, and it smelled like Larson, spicy and masculine.

“You want a drink?” he asked with his deep, hard voice.

She nodded. Yeah, she needed a drink, because she knew why she was here, knew that she had agreed to come to his house—hell, asked him to come to his place—because she wanted more from him.

When he came back with two square glasses partially filled with what she assumed was whiskey, she didn’t hesitate to drink it all in one swallow. She gasped, breathed out as fire traveled right down her throat and filled her. He lifted an eyebrow, took the glass from her, and finished off his own. When he set the glasses on the coffee table they stared at each other for a moment, neither speaking, neither seeming to breathe. And then he erased the space separating them, pressed his chest right up against hers, and the air left her in a rush.

God, he was just so big, and even though that was obvious at first glance, actually feeling him right up against her, making her feel so small and feminine, really cemented the fact that Larson Ireland was a powerful man in all respects. He lifted his hands slowly, grabbed her waist, and moved her backward until she finally felt the door stop her.

“I’m not a good man,” he said slowly, almost void of emotion.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she responded, then looked down to see the scar on his neck that disappeared beneath his shirt.

“No, I’m not.”

She lifted her gaze to his again, saw that he was being serious, but right now she didn’t want to talk about this. “Just be with me. The other things can wait, Larson.”

He didn’t move, didn’t respond, but then leaned down and kissed her again. He placed his hands on the door right beside her head. He pressed his erection into her belly, and Tasha shamelessly moaned at the feeling. It felt like he was hiding a steel pipe between his legs: long and thick, and so damn big. A gush of wetness slipped out of her, and she shifted on her feet, needing to appease this arousal in her that had been growing since she’d seen Larson.

His mouth was so close to hers, taking control and showing dominance. He lowered his mouth to her cheek, then lower to her neck. Larson dragged his lips up and down her throat, sucked at her pulse, and moved his teeth along her flesh until there was a sting of pain and pleasure. Not able to hold her eyes open at the feeling, she let her head fall back against the door.