Fuck. To think I almost lost her because I was such an ass who was living in my past—or at least the harsh lessons from it. Everything about Addie is different, even when she’s pissed she makes me want to laugh.

I’m an idiot.

But no more.

“I’m done dragging my dick in the dirt.”

Addie looks up at me, one eyebrow going up in surprise that somehow is sexy as hell.

“You’re impressive, Black, but I don’t think that’s possible… unless maybe you were crawling. Come to think of it, I think I’d like to see that.”

“Maybe another time,” I tell her, laughing—finally feeling my body ease. I didn’t realize I said those words out loud, but whatever. All I can think right now, is that it’s not too late. This is not a mistake. I feel that all the way to the soles of my feet.

Addie is not a mistake.

I walk over to her, it’s just a few steps but it’s steps that make me feel like I’m closer to… my future.

She talks a good game, but I can see the nervousness in her face she’s trying to hide. I can also see the small trace of fear in her eyes. I put that there being stupid, and I have to be the one to erase it.

I put my hands on her shoulders lightly. She jumps, but her gaze stays trained on me.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, letting my hands slide slowly down her arms until they rest on her sides. My fingers play with the indentation of her ribs. You can’t see them but the tips of my fingers can feel them. She’s delicate, smaller, but she’s trusting me, and that makes me feel even more possessive than I already was. She’s a drug going straight to my head.

“You don’t have to give me sweet talk, Black. I’m standing naked in a jail cell with you. I’m thinking I’m pretty much a sure thing,” she jokes, those plump lips smiling at herself. I can’t resist touching mine to them—just briefly, if I kiss her like I want, I will get distracted.

“I think it’s pretty clear what an idiot I am, Addie. It’s not sweet talk, darlin’, it’s the straight-up, God’s honest truth.”

“Oh… well, in that case,” she smiles, a rose colored blush stealing over her face.

I let my hands move slowly to her hips, the soft skin there gives under my hold and I groan at the heat between us. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt with a woman, but then, this is Addie and one thing is very clear to me.

She’s special.

“So beautiful,” I whisper again, my hands moving up to tease the soft skin on her neck, then out to let her hair slide though my fingers. “So fucking beautiful you haunt my dreams.”

“Black…” she gasps as I run the pad of my finger against the wet, glossy lips that have my attention.

“I’ve lived with the memory of you coming with my fingers buried inside of you for what seems like forever now, Princess.”

“Me too,” she admits her warm breath like a caress on my finger.

“You don’t understand, Addie, but I can make it clear to you,” I tell her, my finger following an imaginary line down her chin and then under it to follow the gentle slope of her neck. She leans her head backwards, giving me access—so receptive to my wants and needs.

Perfection.

“You can?” she breathes.

“I’ve been remembering it every night while I’m lying in bed,” I confess. I watch a shudder go through her body and I lean in to taste her throat, the salty skin exactly how I remember it. My hand moves to her breast, her nipple so hard it stabs against my palm. “I squeeze my cock and dream it’s your mouth, Princess. Your mouth sliding down my shaft, your mouth making inch by inch of me disappear.”

“Yes…” she whimpers, her body shuddering. I lean down and suck her nipple in my mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair, trying to hold me to her body. I capture the hard little nub between my teeth and flick it with my tongue, increasing pressure so that there’s more than a little pain—but just enough. “Black,” she cries brokenly.

“I need your mouth, Addie. I’ve come so many times by my hand while memories of you crying out in climax haunt me. You owe me that sweet little mouth, Princess.”

“Yes,” she gasps.

I let go of her breast. And pull the chair from the small table around so it faces her and sit down. I spread my legs apart, allowing room for her body… and wait.

Maybe I’m a bastard. I should give her sweetness. I should be making love to her at home in a bed with flowers and candles and all of the shit women think of in their minds—but I can’t. Not now. I’ve been waiting too long. I’m going to take her mouth in this jail cell and make her swallow my cock and then while my cock is still wet from her damn mouth I’m going to fuck her hard and raw.

It won’t be romantic, but it will be real. It will be honest and I’ll make sure it’s exactly what she needs… what we both need.

“On your knees, Addie. Get on your knees for me and give me that mouth,” I order, unable to hold back the hunger inside of me.