Do Us Part (The Dumont Diaries (#4)) by Alessandra Torre Read Free Book Online Page B

everything else disappearing as he closes the gap and draws me in. I gasp, his scent reaching me, my willpower eroding with every inch that I lose as he steps nearer. I am too weak. I cannot take another touch, another breath of him. I will break.
    “I left her,” he whispers, stopping before me, his gentle hand grabbing my chin before it drops and pulling it back up, his blue eyes seducing me with their initial contact.
    I frown, trying to make sense of his words. “Cecile? Why?”
    “I didn’t want to do to her what I did to you.”
    I narrow my eyes, stepping back, my elbow catching the side of the Jeep, causing a sharp spike of pain. “What? Fuck her and then send her to her room?”
    He winces, his blue eyes clouding. “No. Be with her when I am in love with someone else.” He steps closer, his hands pushing my waist until I am against the Jeep, my body responding, curving when he leans forward, pining me with his body, the heat of his muscles hard against my frame.
    I can’t breathe, the weight of his words too heavy against my chest. What I want to believe is too risky — I cannot take my heart down that path if I am wrong. It is too cruel, too much for its fragile existence to take. “What do you mean?” I whisper.
    “I love you, Candy. I love you with every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart. I can’t stay away from you. I can’t live without seeing your smile or hearing your voice.”
    I shake my head, pushing against his chest. “That is bullshit, Nathan. You were consumed with her . She was the love of your life!”
    “No.” he whispers, staring at my face. “No. I wanted the unattainable because it was unattainable. I remembered all of the good and forgot the bad. When we were apart, those four years I spent searching for her … we both changed during that time, became different people. The woman I thought I loved … that isn’t her. And if that is, then maybe now I just realize there is something better out there.” He swallows, the movement making his jaw clench, something akin to vulnerability in his eyes. “You.”
    I shake my head before he even finishes, trying to clear the cobwebs and find rational thought somewhere inside. I cannot fall for this; I cannot accept his smooth words and romantic notions. I am not the desperate stripper who he met that night. I do not suck dick for money or need a knight in shining armor. I deserve someone who wants to be with me, not someone who wants what they can’t have.
    “You said you wanted the unattainable because it was unattainable. I am now that unattainable property, and you just want — ”
    He kisses me, crushing my moving lips with his own, his hands fisting into my hair, his leg working in between mine, the full length of his body hard against my own. His hands pull my mouth tight to his, not asking, but taking my soul, his tongue claiming me, tasting my resistance as the smooth swipes of his mouth feast on me. He speaks between frantic kisses. “I need you … to breathe. It’s more … so much more than I had with her.” Somewhere, a car honks, the wind picks up my hair and blows it into the air, and I lose my resolve, softening against his body, my hands crawling up his back and clawing at his shirt. I yield easily when he lifts me, sets me on the warm hood, his head dipping down and planting frantic kisses on my neck, my chest, up the line of my jaw, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me to the edge, until his hard body is flush against me.
    The time without him has been so long, my body craving him in a way that is almost painful, and I gasp when he presses against me, my pussy so sensitive and yearning for fulfillment. “Take me inside,” I pant. “Now.”

CHAPTER 14
    H e takes my keys, promising to park the Jeep, and I fly up the exterior staircase, fumbling with my keys until the door is unlocked, and I am inside, my jacket flying off, tennis shoes and jeans being yanked off as I move. My mind is frantically