CHAPTER 3

Chapter 3

What do you do when your ex shows up at your window the night before your wedding?

Yell at him and tell him to leave, right? Call the cops even. Call your man maybe? 

Anything but wrapping your arms around him and sticking your tongue inside his mouth.

Anything but the things I did.

Kissing Anthony felt like ascending into the heavens. But to do that, I had to be dead, right? So there you go. Kissing Anthony after three years of trying to pick up the pieces of my life that he destroyed, was like dying a very, very painful death. Like being smashed by a truck or something. Then being taken to heaven by a very sexy angel with the most beautiful wings.

In simple terms, it was a mistake.

It was wrong, yet… yet I couldn't stop.

“Daisy, what are you doing?” The sound of his voice was muffled against my lips but it didn't stop my body from reacting so shamelessly.

“Aren't you going to kiss me back?” I croaked, looking directly into his eyes. “You know you want to.”

“Daisy, this is wrong.”

I blinked. For a minute, I wanted to listen. Only for a minute.

“Yet your hands are still around my waist,” I said.

He tried to pull back but there was no way I was having that.

“Daisy, stop…”

“Look into my eyes when you’re telling me to stop.”

He let out a growl, his body hardening beneath my touch.“You’re getting married tomorrow.”

Yeah, great! Remind me.

“Well, that reminder changes nothing.” I pressed my entire body to him. “Anthony, when I close my eyes, it’s you I see. Not him. You are the one my body remembers. You’re…” I let out a breathless sound. “He doesn’t make me feel this way.”

The heat in the room went up a notch. A knot at the lowest part of my stomach kept tightening and loosening.

I wanted this man. There was no denying that.

However, somewhere in the back of my mind, a nasty voice kept whispering things I didn't want to hear. 

He doesn't want you anymore.

He'll walk away again.

You're not worth it.

I shook my head roughly, blinking repeatedly to stop myself from crying. 

“Anthony, please…” I bit the insides of my cheek. “You can't… you can't leave me again.”

His eyes met mine, finally. It felt like a blow torch had been thrown right into my chest, how else could I explain the sudden uproar of flames that was threatening to burn me to ashes?

I watched his throat bobble as he swallowed. As his lips parted, my throat went dry.

“I don't want to.”

Hope flooded my chest with such intensity that I almost doubled over.

A weary chuckle escaped my lips. “Then, don't!” 

His jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said again, weaker this time.

But his arm around my waist was pulling me closer instead of farther away.

Contradiction.

That was always our problem. He would say one thing yet mean the other, and everytime, I would pretend I didn't know what he actually meant. I would tell myself it was safer for him to say the words.

Maybe that was why he left… because he thought I never understood him.

Well, not this time. He didn't have to say anything. I could see it in his eyes. I could feel the restraint he was struggling to exercise and I wanted nothing more than to break them apart piece by piece, until there was nothing more but desire. 

Until he was on his knees begging to have a taste of me.

My teeth clamped against my lower lip, my hands running down his chest. “Let me be worth dying for.”

I felt the exact moment his control slipped.

One second, he sucked in a deep, rough breath. The next, his hand tangled violently into my hair and his mouth crashed back onto mine hard enough to steal the air from my lungs.

A broken sound escaped me.

There he was.

Not the stranger who disappeared three years ago. Not the ghost haunting my nightmares.

My Anthony.

The one who kissed like his life depended on it.

I moaned loudly against his lips, all care thrown into the wind. My fingers dug into his chest, the feeling exactly how I remembered it to be. The rush of adrenaline in my veins was intoxicating.

Or maybe it was the alcohol.

But who cares? Definitely not me!

Anthony bit down on my lip, a shudder running through my spine.

“You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this,” he growled in my ears, right before launching a torture of the perfect kisses on my neck.

I shut my eyes, grabbing his hair with too much force. Heat pooled in between my legs, my arousal dripping.

Pain shot through my body as he bit my neck. My lips curled up in a pathetic smile, my eyes stinging with tears. Was it from the twin dance of pain and pleasure coursing through my body at that moment? Or was it the thought of the fact that after all these years, he still remembered my weak point?

His hand on my waist began descending, grabbing my ass like it was something he owned. I mewled, melting into his arms.

My legs were turning to jelly beneath me. I stumbled backward, only finding balance from how hard he was grabbing me. His lips found mine again, and another breathless, messy twirl of tongues began.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, grabbing a fistful of his clothes. “I need you.”

He responded by throwing the hoodie off, revealing the perfect body that drove me over the edge.

My breath hitched, my hands hanging mid-air, like I was afraid to touch him. Like I was scared he would disappear.

Anthony's hand wrapped around my neck, his blue eyes glazing with unbridled yearning. 

“There's no turning back now, doll.”

I inhaled, not much oxygen, however, with how tight he was gripping my neck. “I'd be a fool to want to turn back now.”

In a very unexpected move, I pulled my tank top down, my breasts popping out in his face. His eyes darted to them, his lips parting. I smiled, pressing my thighs together at the same time.

Cupping the two very full melons, I squeezed, letting out a moan that was everything but not seductive.

I leaned in, running my tongue over his ear. “They want you.”

His hand around my neck tightened, cutting off my air supply completely. As such when he kissed me, I was gasping for breath.

I loved it.

He let go of me for a minute and I staggered backward, crashing against the table. Anthony followed. He closed the distance between us, whipping me around in one swift move. The sound of glass shattering on the floor was not enough to snap me out of it. Not when he had me bent over in the sluttiest way.

“You've been learning how to be naughty, have you now, doll?” I said, smacking my ass.

I shivered, his name falling off my lips.

“You like being naughty?” He asked again, another smack following right after.

I squeezed my breasts, nodding vigorously. “Only for you. Only for you, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy… that name hadn't left my lips in three years.

Anthony probably felt it too because he froze. His body vibrated as he let out a grunt. “Say that again,” he demanded. “Slower.”

My body responded without delay. “Only… for you, pretty boy.”

He pressed his body against mine, his erection poking at my ass. His breath caressed my neck, then my ear and he whispered. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I swallowed, pushing my ass harder against him. “Show me.”

He sucked in his breath, his hand on my neck trailing to my left nipple. The touch made me want to melt.

“I want to fuck you so hard,” he went on. “Until the only thing you can scream is my name.”

My legs trembled. “What are you waiting for?”

The sound of his palm against my ass filled the room before I felt the pain. 

“I need you to ask,” he said, his voice softer than expected.

I nodded. “Fuck me!” The words tumbled out. “Please.”

I felt him smile against my skin. “As you desire.”