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  “Come on big guy, let’s get you to bed,” I say with a smile. Blaine smiles back at me, leaning against me as we walk toward the exit. As we walk, Tucker and Blaine make plans to get together the following weekend to spend some time with Nicky; all I can think about is what Blaine said. I never want to hurt Tucker and the thought of walking away is inconceivable. He has given me light when all I saw was black before. He’s here when I need someone and he’s also giving me a great opportunity by allowing me to work for him. After Blaine’s comment, I’m scared that I’m using him for my own selfish needs. That I’m latching onto the only person that treats me well, but that doesn’t feel right. I’m not that person. I really do care for him. I would do just about anything for him and I plan to once I’m away from Rob. I would give him all of me and then some as soon as I’m away from Rob and I heal. I’ve done my research and I can’t jump out of an abusive relationship and think that Tucker and I will survive. I want a fighting chance with him and I want to be the woman he deserves. I just have to get there and I will.

  I’m just scared he won’t wait for me.

  When we reach Blaine’s room, Tucker opens the door and lets him in, laying him on the bed.

  “Do you want me to undress you?” Tucker asks, running his hand through his hair. I can tell he is nervous, maybe even embarrassed.

  “Nope, I’m good. Y’all go on, have a good night.”

  “Alright. Good night, Blaine,” Tucker says walking back towards the door.

  “Night bro. See ya later, Violet.”

  I smile over at him, receiving a goofy grin from him as I say, “it was great meeting you, Blaine.”

  “Likewise. And I mean what I say, you”re the most gorgeous girl he has ever been into.”

  I smile as Tucker groans. “Thanks man.”

  “No prob, now leave me be,” he says before he promptly drops his head into the pillow.

  I hold back my laughter as I walk out with Tucker behind me. Shutting the door, he shakes his head before looking over at me. “Sorry about that.”

  “What?”

  “He likes to drink a little too much sometimes,” he says as we head for the elevators.

  “That’s fine, no big deal.”

  Tucker shoots me a grin as we get on the elevator and go up to our floor. “Did you have fun?”

  I nod as I beam up at him. “Yes, it was a beautiful night.”

  “Good, I’m pleased,” he says.

  “Did you have fun?”

  Fire swirls in his eyes until they’re smoldering and I’ve turned into a veritable pile of human mush. “I did. Anytime I’m with you, I have a great time.”

  I look away, breathless, as the doors open and we step out. As we walk toward our room, something seems different. My body is humming and my heart is racing as our doors come into view. Stealing a peek up at Tucker, a content smile rests on his upturned lips as he looks ahead of us. He is gorgeous, and I wish that I could just go up on my tippy toes and taste his beautiful mouth. Feel his scruff under my fingers before running my tongue along the hollow of his neck. I know for a fact that if our lips touch, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

  I want him.

  Bad.

  It’s the alcohol, damn wine and shots! It’s heightening my hunger for him and making me want to act on my need for him when, in my sober state, I’m able to hide it just fine. What I need to do is go straight to bed and put all these feelings of want and desire back where they belong. No stupid mistakes, Violet. I have to push through the hazy thoughts and remember what’s at stake here.

  But when we reach our doors, I turn to look at him and I’m stunned by what I see. His eyes are dark and glued to mine. Reaching out, he takes my face in his hand and with a low voice he says, “You deserve the world, Violet, the whole damn thing and I know I can give it to you.”

  I close my eyes as my heart sings for this man. “Things are a mess right now.”

  Leaning towards me, I can feel his breath on my face and then he says, “Then let me fix them.”

  Before I can answer, tell him that he can’t help me, that this is all on me, his lips are on mine, kissing me and instead of pulling away, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

  Somehow we find our way inside before he pushes me up against the wall, holding me up with his own body. My hands are in his hair, his hands holding my ass while we both get lost in sloppy kisses. I’ve never felt like this. So out of control. I want to feel every inch of him all at once. My hands are shaking for their chance. His mouth is hot and his hands quick, touching me everywhere. Finding the control I need, I move my hands down his body, feeling each of his muscles through his shirt and jacket before pulling his jacket down. Taking a hold of his shirt, I rip it open, causing buttons to fly. As I move my hands down his exquisite body, I look up to see that his eyes are shut, basking in the sensation of my hands on him. I’m basking in it, too. He’s solid muscle and I want every piece of him in my mouth. It’s as if his body is a song, singing only to me, begging me to do what I please.

  “I’ve been waiting for a long time for this,” he whispers. He reaches for the hem of my dress, whipping it up and over my head and leaving me in nothing but my black panties and bra. I know I should stop, I need to stop but I can’t. I just can’t. I’m drowning in him, and I can’t see through the desire clouding my head.

  I want him.

  I need him.

  Now.

  Pulling away, I kiss down his neck. His head falls back as his hands squeeze my ass gently. Meeting my mouth to his again, he moves away from the wall, carrying me until we fall onto my bed, his body covering mine before I capture his mouth with a hungry urgency again. I could get lost in his kisses. I could do nothing else in my life but kiss this man and I would be okay with that. They’re intense and I find myself completely addicted to them. Why did I wait so long to do this? What the hell was I thinking?

  His hands are soft against my skin, tender as they move up my rib cage to my breasts. Softly he squeezes and molds my breasts causing me to arch against him, begging for more and boy does he give it to me. Pulling the cup of my bra down, his mouth replaces his hand and I cry out when his tongue circles my hard peaks. Warmth floods between my legs and I find myself thrashing under his hungry mouth. Moving his mouth back to mine, I groan against his lip when he presses his hardness into me.

  Oh my God, I want this man so bad.

  When his hands move up my thighs, I want to scream out to keep going, take me, but then that all changes when fingers dance along the crotch of my panties. I quickly tense up as his lips dust along my throat. My heart constricts and I can’t breathe. What did I think was going to happen when we fell into this bed? Tucker must have felt me tense up, because he sits up on his elbows, moving his hands along my face, moving my hair out of it while looking at me like I’m the most gorgeous girl in the universe.

  “Too fast?” he whispers, dusting his lips along mine.

  I feel my whole body flush with embarrassment as I look up into his face. How am I going to tell him this? I can feel the length of him between my legs. He wants me as much as I want him and I’m pretty sure that it isn’t going to work. It never does. I’m broken. That asshole I married broke me for any other man out there and that has tears stinging my eyes before I look away from him.

  “Whoa. Whoa, Violet, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asks, catching my tears with his thumb before bringing my face back up to look at him but I can’t. I can’t look into his beautiful face and admit that I’m broken. That I can never have the connection that men and women have been practicing since the beginning of time. I’m sure that as soon as I admit it he’ll think I’m worthless, just like Rob does.

  Why did I let this happen?

  “Violet, look at me.” But I won’t. When he moves so that our eyes meet, I close my eyes as the tears leak out and down the side of my face. God, I feel so stupid.

  “Tell me what’s wrong? You can tell me. I care so much a