Fire In The Water by Janice Ross

Author:Janice Ross [Ross, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessica Watkins Presents
Published: 2017-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

XXIII.

Rhys

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There was nothing Chanel could do to push me away this time. I saw beyond the tough exterior, right to the side of her that craved something more. I leaned into the leather office chair, thoughts of her luscious lips and silky honeycomb skin haunting me like the plague.

Chanel Bissett–I needed to know more, everything if possible because there was no getting over this fixation. The passion we exchanged wasn't by chance. If we'd only met three years back, and our paths hadn't ever crossed again, I might've brushed things off. But out of over eight million people in New York City alone, how could I not notice her connection to my life?

"Your behavior is less than desirable," one of the business associates lashed out. The two were filling up my doorway. For the sake of their relationship with Rupert, which now garnered respect, I chose not to reply. Instead, I strolled away from where I'd been seated behind the shiny, cherry oak desk. Four wide footsteps later, I emerged through the door. The men moved out of my way without me having to mutter a single word.

"Mr. Colburn will hear of this," the other man declared to the wind. This life was not my own. Dammit, every time this girl came near me, I sparked with purpose. I refused to believe she was oblivious to its effects. If it took for me to force her to own up to what was exploding all around us, then that was just what I'd do.

Chanel couldn't have gotten far. I wanted her–to see, feel, hear, taste, or whatever else. An intense urge to run my tongue along the perfect curves of her chocolate body and kiss away every hurtful memory forced my steps to move quicker. Oh God, I wanted, no, needed to dive into her and swim inside the very depths of her soul.

Breathing out of control, I rounded the corner to our adjacent parking lot only to fix my eyes on the side profile of the woman I ached to have. I could finally admit to myself again I’d always had an urge to run my hands all over her sexiness. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten what it had been like when we’d met at the hospital and at the condo. I could get real and confess to myself that the day on the street might've been the moment. Affection had a way of directing our hearts when we first see the things most pleasing to us. But when every fiber of matter aligns with what we need, though it might not seem that way, you can't help but take a step back to admit to yourself. It made sense.

Years of emptiness had once weighed me down. I’d come close to believing there was no such thing as love or happiness.

No more.

No more.

No more.

I damn near burned a hole through Chanel's silver Nissan. Her head spun to the right, to me. Without ever moving as far as my will wanted

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