“I’ve got too much baggage to even consider embarking on a relationship. I warned her I don’t do tomorrows or forevers, but she won’t get out of my fucking head.”
“Voodoo pussy,” Colton mutters.
“What?” I ask, thinking I misheard.
“Voodoo pussy,” he repeats. “It’s a real thing, man. Trust the master.”
“Okaaay.”
“You might as well stop fighting. She owns you whether you like it or not. Just give up and enjoy the ride.” A smug smirk curls at one side of his mouth. I think back to last night. The ride was pretty damn good.
“You’re suggesting it’s a losing battle.”
“You’ve already lost, my man. Now, why the fuck are you still here? Go get what you really want.”
I climb to my feet, suddenly knowing exactly where I should be right now. “What about you?”
“I’ll sit here for a while longer before I go back and apologize for being an asshole.”
I laugh as I walk away. I’m just about to descend the first step when Colton calling my name stops me.
“Whatever the baggage is, talk to her. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but it’ll make it better.”
I nod at him, a silent understanding passing between us.
“Thanks, man. I’ll see you around.”
“Anytime. I like to think myself as some kind of a woman expert these days.” He laughs at himself before turning back to the sea. I don’t think it’s lost on either of us that if he were indeed an expert, then he wouldn’t be here drinking alone right now.
I have a car heading my way before I even get to the bottom of the stairs, my need for her now stronger than ever.
She’s like the little bit of light I need to make everything feel more bearable. And unlike many that have come before, when she looks into my eyes, she doesn’t see someone who’s broken and fighting his way through life. She just sees me, and as unnerving as it is, she gets it. She’s lost the most important people in her life, she understands the hell I’ve lived through without me even having to tell her the reality of it all.
My feet crunch up the gravel on her driveway seconds after I step from the car. The house is in darkness. I hesitate as I lift my finger to ring the bell. She’s probably asleep; I have no idea how early I woke her this morning, but she deserves her rest after having to deal with me.
Being the selfish arsehole that I am, though, my need is stronger right now.
I press my finger to the button and listen to the ring as it cuts through the silence of the night.
I don’t hear any movement and I begin to think she either isn’t in, slept through it, or just doesn’t want to see me.
Taking a step back, I look to the upstairs windows in the hope of finding my answer. The curtain moves and there she is. Our eyes lock for a beat and something slams into my chest.
I’ve needed her all day. It’s only now I’ve seen her that I realise just how desperate I really am.
When I’m with her, everything falls away. It’s just us, two broken souls trying to deal with our losses and fighting to carve ourselves the lives we deserve. I might not have the details about her family, but I know enough to know that she has the same pain in her eyes. The same daily fight.
Coldness washes through me when she slips back inside the room, but it only lasts a few seconds because a light comes on behind the door before I see her movement down the stairs through the small piece of frosted glass.
My heart pounds and my fists curl in my need to pull her in my arms, and my cock stirs just at the thought of it.
Hesitantly, she pulls the door open.
“Corey, what are you—”
I don’t give her a chance to finish her question or even bother with a verbal answer. Instead, my hand lands on her duck egg blue door, and I push it wider before stepping inside the house.
Her hair is a mess from where she’s been in bed, and she’s wearing a white, almost see-through tank with a tiny pair of shorts that I’m sure wouldn’t actually cover her arse should she turn around.
Fire fills her eyes as I close the space between us and her lips form an O as realisation hits her as to why I’m here.
I feel like a selfish prick, turning up here and waking her to take what I need to make all the noise in my head go away, but I’m powerless to resist.
Kicking the door closed behind me, the slam echoes through the house as I take her cheeks in my hands and slam my lips down on her.
She gives herself over to the kiss immediately, and the second I seek entrance, her lips part and she hungrily sucks my tongue into her mouth.
My little vixen.
A growl rumbles up my throat and I lose all control.
My mouth claims and my hands take everything she’s offering to me, the escape only she understands.
The distraction.
My fingers pull at the hem of her tank, and our lips part for the two seconds it takes for me to tug it over her head.
Throwing it to the floor behind me, I retake her mouth, my hand dropping to her breast, palming the softness and pinching her nipple until she groans.
“Corey,” she moans as my lips drop to her neck. Her fingernails scratch down my back as I continue teasing her. “More, Corey. More.”
“Fuck,” I bark, unable to get my head around just how fucking perfect this woman is.
Lifting her into my arms, I press her into the wall with my hips.
“Oh God,” she moans when my solid length presses against her clit.
“You feel that, baby?” I mutter against her collarbone.
She nods eagerly, her fingers in my hair tugging, the
