Trainwreck 2 (Trainwreck #2) by Nelle L'Amour Page B

My eyes stayed on him as he crouched down and began to unlace my combat boots.
    “What are you doing?” I asked as he tugged them off my feet, one after the other.
    With a glint of mischief in his eyes, he looked up at me. “What does it look like I’m doing? Taking your damn boots off. By the way, where the hell did you find these clunkers?”
    Before I could utter a word, he scooped me into his arms yet again.
    “Let’s get the rest of you cleaned up,” he muttered as he carried me across his office into the adjoining room.
    My eyes grew wide. It was his personal bathroom. But no ordinary bathroom. It was practically a spa, all glimmering white marble and sparkling bronze. There was a toilet, full steam shower, a built-in bath fit for a king, and a floor-to-ceiling window with a view to die for. Ari had drawn me a bath, the sunken tub half-filled.
    He gently set me down on my feet. Slowly, he undressed me, letting my filthy, tattered clothes fall to the marble. I stood naked before him, speechless.
    “Do you let your new boyfriend undress you like this?” he asked coolly.
    Cringing, I lowered my head. I couldn’t look him in the eye.
    He tilted up my head with his hand. His piercing blue eyes burnt into mine. “ Saarah …”
    Oh the way he said my name!
    “…I did a little reconnaissance on your boyfriend…”
    He spied on Fernando?
    “He’s very handsome, very committed…and very gay.”
    My heart was beating a mile a minute. I wanted to bow my head in shame, but his grip under my chin was too strong. In fact, he was hurting me.
    “Why did you pretend he was your boyfriend?”
    I fumbled for an excuse. “Because I was afraid I was getting too involved with you.”
    “You have nothing to be afraid of because I’m not afraid of getting involved with you.”
    I processed his words as his gaze penetrated me.
    “I know that one of your favorite sayings is ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ but don’t ever play that game with me. I don’t mind you playing with toys—in fact, I rather enjoy it—but I will not put up with games.” Fury filled his eyes.
    I was shaking. Tears seared my cheeks. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice small. Right now, the real reason for the masquerade, as justified as it was, didn’t matter.
    “Good,” he grumbled. “Don’t do it again or I’m going to have to punish you.”
    He said it like he meant it, but then he softened his grip under my chin and, before I could blink, smashed his lips into mine. Surrendering, I parted my lips and let his tongue search mine. The kiss was wet, fierce, and passionate. Releasing my chin, he pulled away and tore off his clothes. All six-feet-three of his gorgeous, golden nakedness stood before me, his magnificent cock engorged and erect. He drew me against him, wrapping his sculpted arms around me. I folded my arms around his tight torso, and leaned my head against his warm chiseled chest. His hardness pulsed against my throbbing sex, and his heart beat with mine. We were sewn together. One.
    “Oh, my beautiful princess, I’ve missed you,” he whispered into my ear. “Ben’s missed you too.
    “I’ve missed you both too,” I whispered back. More than words can ever tell you.
    He nuzzled my neck, his sensuous velvet lips unlocking every erogenous zone. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, “if anything ever happened to you…”
    His voice, I swear near tears, trailed off. The love this gorgeous man felt for me overwhelmed me. I ran the fingers of my bandaged hand lightly through his silky hair and the other across the muscles of his back. Beneath my fingertips, I could feel the horrible scar left behind by the psycho bitch. I rubbed it gently. A caress. The words of my mother echoed in my head. Fight for what you want. And for who you want. “Ari, I’ll never leave you again,” I whispered. “Never.”
    “Oh, Saarah ,” he moaned. “I want you to be mine. Only mine.”
    The rock-hard length between his legs pulsated