Sabrina had never been to Graham’s New York apartment before, the entire time that he managed to always know where she was and she just accepted him as a permanent presence in her life. The apartment was in a less savory area of the city than she would have expected him to be in, but she felt safe with him as holding her hand as he took her up the stairs of his steep walk up. His apartment was modest, but belied his typical style and flair throughout.
“Are you okay here?”
She nodded.
“What do you know?”
Sabrina knew that Graham had some policemen in his pocket because he would not have been able to get by in his line of work if he did not.
“The case is not look clear cut, but Harry was the last person to see her and it does not look good with the unhinged texts. It looks really bad.”
Sabrina sighed, she was not sure what to feel as she wrapped her arms about herself.
Graham wrapped his arms about her as well, his body made her feel good. It should be hard for her to feel so comfortable with him after everything, but she did as she kissed him.
He pushed her lips away.
“This is not why I brought you here…”
“This is what I want now, give me what I want.” She took off her dress in one gesture, and pressed her body to his. “I need the distraction.”
Graham pushed her away again, his rebuff still making her skin sizzle with arousal.
“I know you do, and I brought you here for that purpose. But I don’t want to just be a distraction this time…”
“I want you.”
“I always want you, but this does not feel right. What are you pretending you are fucking Harry, and everything is okay?”
“I never pretend with you,” Sabrina looked down, and her eyes got wet. “You know I have never pretended with you.”
He lifted her face up to his.
“Why is it never me? Why have you never come back to me? How long do I have to chase you? You love a practical murderer more than me? Anything illegal I have ever done has been for business. I never just hurt a woman to hurt her.”
Sabrina looked up at him. It had been hard to leave him because she had loved him and his style of love that was not for the faint of heart. She had needed it, she still needed it from him.
“I want you,” she whimpered helplessly, her lip quivering and he kissed her. She had been about to use her power, her manipulation on him but she would not have to after all as he swept her up into his arms. Her neck felt bruised from his earlier bite, and she wanted him to bruise her everywhere. What did she care what Harry would say when she got back?
This was what she needed, and she was still not sure she was going back.
Graham inside of her filled her more than anything filled her. He knew her too well and she felt ultra vulnerable with him, but she needed him now more than she wanted him. It scared and exhilarated her.
He spread her so wide, she was sure he could see into her and knew everything of her dark heart…
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This was a wonderful read … but that last line: “He spread her so wide, she was sure he could see into her and knew everything of her dark heart…” Ooooof. that one slayed me!
He knows all her demons, and I think that’s how he manages to entangle her every time.
very possibly that could be it