Worthy of Redemption by L. D. Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

as firmly as she probably meant it to be.
    She tried to move away, but I grabbed her shoulders. Yeah, I was out of line, but I had been out of line since the first time I kissed her.
    “Kiss me, and then if you still want to walk out of the door, I will let you,” I said.
    “I can’t,” she whispered, but made no effort to get away from me.
    “Because you know how it will make you feel,” I said. I used my own body to press hers up against the door. I pressed my erection against her thigh, not far from her heated core. “You want to kiss me, though. Don’t you?” I whispered.
    I moved in slowly, preparing to taste her lips and sweet mouth again. It’s something I ached for every day for nearly two years. As a last ditch effort, Emmy closed her mouth tight. I flicked my tongue across her bottom lip and almost groaned.
    “Open,” I demanded and tried to part her lips with my tongue. I growled low in my throat, growing frustrated and harder with her refusal to give me what we both needed. “Open your fucking mouth. You want to kiss me,” I said. “Open.”
    When she still didn’t open her precious lips, I decided on a different route. Moving quickly, I put my hand up her skirt and was immediately rewarded with her damp pussy and engorged clit. She gasped and I stole the opportunity to finally get my tongue into that luscious mouth. I heard a low groan escape from her throat, and knew that I had her - until with strength I never knew her to have, she shoved my hand away from her and turned her head, releasing herself from our kiss.
    “You want me,” I whispered in her ear. Again, I thought she was folding, but again I was wrong.
    “I didn’t come here for this!” she screamed as she shoved me away from her.
    A sudden burst of anger boiled up to the surface of my own lips. Why the fuck did she come here if she didn’t want what I wanted? Did she come here just to tease me?
    “Then what did you come here for?” I yelled at her. “Did you think that we could just pretend that nothing ever happened between us?” I closed the distance between us, trying to calm down. “I know you love me, Emmy,” I said.
    I reached out to touch her, and she almost let me, but with a pained expression on her face, she shoved me away again.
    “You hurt me!” she screamed. “You put your hands on me and you hurt me.”
    “I was fucked up on drugs, Emmy. I’m so rry. I don’t even remember it,” I said, as if not remembering it was a viable excuse for my actions.
    “It’s not just the drugs and the abuse, Kyle. You weren’t strong enough to stand up to your dad and to Jessyca.”
    “But I eventually did!” Even in my ears, I knew I sounded like a little boy saying that.
    “Eventually was not soon enough, Kyle,” she said bitterly. She reached into her house-sized bag and produced the bracelet I had given her after she had her cast removed. She thrust it at me, but I stepped back from her, as if the thing was poisonous.
    “That was a gift. I don’t want it back.” Somehow, it felt like taking back the bracelet would sever us forever. Sever everything, all of our feelings, all of our memories, all of us .
    “You need to take it back,” she demanded. “This is why I’m here. I’ve been holding onto it, in essence holding on to you. I have to let you go.”
    I could tell that it pained her to say that. She didn’t really want to let me go…did she?
    “You don’t have to,” I said, feeling hopeful that she would agree.
    “What do you expect me to do, Kyle? Tear my son away from his father and move into your shiny new apartment with you? Tear him away from his family and everything he knows? Is that what you want? It probably is, Kyle, because you don’t give two shits about the aftermath when you get what you want. You smooth talk your way into getting things your way and then when it gets too fucking hard you duck out or shove some meth up your nose. You beat me and you could have killed me and Lucas.