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pressing kisses to his cheeks, his chin, his lips. She wanted desperately to wipe the look from his
face. The look of a hurt young man, blaming himself for trying to find a way out. He didn t touch her,
his hands lying dead on the bed.
He died the year I turned twenty-three. I left her with him for four years.
Oh baby. Vera held him tighter, could feel his heart pounding over her own.
I need to get up. Vera let go and watched him leave the bed, feeling as though a piece of her just left
too.
I m so sorry I brought it up. I didn t mean...I didn t mean for any of this. I just wanted to know about
you. I-I m sorry, Jacks. He turned to face her, the look on his face passive and cold.
Now you know why I ve never gotten close to a woman. Because I ll be just like him, and no woman
deserves that, especially you, Vera.
Vera s heart turned cold. She heard the words leaving her mouth and a part of her couldn t recall
saying them. But last night you said that...you said
I said what, Vera? That I was angry that a vampire tried to use some kind of date rape sounding drug
on you?
This was all turning around way too quickly. She rushed on, feeling desperate. No, that s not what I
meant. It s just that you asked me about myself. I told you something I ve never told anyone. I thought
that...meant something. You said there was something between us, lumara. He started jerking
clothes. He didn t look at her but she caught a glimpse of his face. It was the same hard face she d
seen when she first met him. Hard, unfeeling, alert.
He laughed. Yeah I said there was something between us, then I fucked you, and when I woke up I
fucked you again. Do you need me to say it? There s sex between us, Vera. That s all. Good hard
fucking. And here I thought you weren t the sentimental type. I suppose I ll have to be the one to tell
you this, baby, but just because a guy asks you one thing about yourself does not mean he s ready to
marry you. He turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Vera choked back a sob and ran for the bathroom. She turned on the shower and jumped in, only then
did she let the tears spill. Everything happened so fast. If only she hadn t brought it up. She replayed
what happened a hundred times until the water ran colder and colder.
When the water was cold enough to break goosebumps across her skin, she realized something. It was
so obvious now that she hadn t seen it before because of the instantaneous pain that had bloomed.
She got out of the shower, feeling much stronger, her head clearer. She pulled on her clothes and
applied a light touch of mascara.
When she was done, she smiled at herself because she knew several things. That Jackson Marsh was
trying very hard to push her away. She d made him realize something very ugly after all. She also
knew that Jackson Marsh cared about her. She hadn t imagined the panic she saw in his face, and she
was no longer fooled about the way he dismissed their conversation last night or their time together
this morning.
If the man thought he could throw some ugly words in her face and she d run scurrying back under the
covers, then he obviously was an idiot. She paused with her hand an inch from the doorknob. It was
either that or she was the idiot for pursuing a human man who could easily drop her heart and shatter
it into a million pieces. If there was anything she was it wasn t a coward.
She pulled open the door and found him standing across the hall. He stared above her head at some
indiscriminate part of the wall. Vera grinned and launched herself at him, catching him with her arms
and legs.
He cut a sharp look to her and she knew she d moved to fast for him to see. His hands moved to her
waist, whether to touch her or push her away she didn t know. She looped her arms around his neck
and pressed kisses over the perpetual stubble that always shaded his cheek. She kissed his chin,
across his nose, the corner of his mouth. Slowly, the hands on her waist loosened their tight grip,
became gentle, caressing.
You don t know what you re doing. She kissed a path along his ear before answering. Yes I do.
He smelled so good, like rugged man, and he tasted even better.
I m not going to apologize for what I said, because I was right. I ve never been in a relationship,
Vera. Never. Don t you get that? I m glad you asked me about my past, because I can t escape it. I m
just like him.
Vera kissed him to shut up him. He let loose a feral growl and kissed her back, hard and wet.
You re forgetting to add a few things to your equation, lumara. One, that it isn t your past that
defines you but the choices you make now. Two, you are nothing like your father in that regard; and
three, you could never beat me in a fight.
His brief, choked laughter was like music to her ears. He titled his head back and stared up at the
ceiling, and she wondered whether he realized that his hands were trailing gently up and down her
back.
Don t forget that I m not human. His laughter died slowly and he looked down at her with warmth
and something else. Hope was it? Or maybe her own stupid was heart was making her see what she
wanted to see.
What does lumara mean? I ve never heard the word before. Heat rushed to Vera s face, she
ducked before he could see it. She hopped down and started down the hallway.
Come on, we have to go. The meeting will begin soon. Masculine laughter teased her ears, and then
she was backed up against a hard male body. His dark scent filled her nostrils and she arched back
into him. One big hand spread over her stomach, trapping her.
We re not going anywhere until you tell me what it means, baby. Tell me or I ll put you on your
knees right here and make you suck my cock.
Vera choked in surprise...and excitement as images of doing just that flashed through her mind, wetted
her pussy. She licked her lips, rubbing back against him. She found the rock hard length of his cock
and ground her ass against him. His sharp intake of breath was more music to her ears. His fingers
moved down, lifted her shirt an inch, then teased the soft skin inside her jeans. Her stomach hollowed
to make room for his hand to dive further, touch her where she was crying honey and swollen.
That s hardly a threat, she gasped, her voice sounding like she d spent all night at a concert
screaming. His hand, slowly, achingly, moved down until one finger touch the top of her pussy. Vera
moaned and lifted her arms up and around his neck, her breasts arching out like an offering as her ass
thrust back against him.
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