Fools Rush In by Lilliana Anderson

Author:Lilliana Anderson [Anderson, Lilliana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-29T18:30:00+00:00

Sam returned a little before the sun went down. I’d barely eaten all day, barely done anything more than close myself in our room and cry and wait. No one could shake me out of my funk, not even the twins and their comical stories about their landscaping business—Abbot had mowed over a garden gnome, and then Kris had glued its head on backwards. Jasmine had been sure to keep me hydrated, but I couldn’t stop worrying about Sam. He’d been gone for so long.

Maybe everyone’s wrong. Maybe he doesn’t want me anymore.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, breaking the cardinal Cartwright rule the moment he walked through our bedroom door. I didn’t care, I needed him to know that I really was sorry for not telling him about my condition. Despite Toby’s and Jasmine’s reassurances, I wouldn’t be OK until I knew Sam still wanted me. I’d rather die than feel worthless around him. I didn’t want to live in this house and be married to a man who had no desire for me. I just couldn’t.

“Don’t,” he said, his teeth clenched. My chest fell along with my plummeting stomach.

“Oh.” I sat up and slid off the bed. “I’ll… I’ll stay in the guest room tonight, then. We can work out what to do next in the morning.” Every word came out as a slight hiccup and a fight against more tears. I stood and looked around, then decided I’d get my things some other time. “I really am so sorry, Sam.”

“Stop,” he growled, moving in front of me. “Quit apologising, for fuck’s sake. You’re a Cartwright.”

“What?” Why the hell is he saying that to me now?

There was no response, only action. His hand spearing into my hair, fisting the strands and clashing our mouths together, his tongue forcing entry as his hands tore at my clothes. I responded in kind, the longing inside me manifesting into a white-hot need that sent my skin burning and my insides yearning to connect with him.

I didn’t know what this meant. It could be a communication of need or it could be goodbye. It could be the simple taking of what he thought he was owed. The only thing I had any real idea of was my own mind, and I wanted to brand him on my heart and body forever. I pulled him in closer.

Desperation governed our actions, our teeth clashing, fingers scraping. We got his shirt off, then removed my shorts along with my panties. He pushed his board shorts down just enough to release his cock, and then he was inside me. I cried out from the speed of his intrusion, my mouth dropping open as my head fell back and I let out a long moan.

If this was the end, if it was goodbye, I knew I’d never know this type of fucking again. My heart was breaking even though my body felt so alive. So full. So… God, I want him to want me. Tears filled my eyes.

“Fuck. I need you,” he growled, his hips thrusting, slamming against me.

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