Free Contingent by Livia Jamerlan Page B

left in me. I was only human, and saying no to the man who held my soul was impossible.
    “It’s not what you think. Trust me, doll.” His hands released mine and grasped the nape of my neck. “Please.” He looked up, devouring me with each passing second. “I’ve missed you. I need you. I need to play.”
    Powerless? No, I was a goner. A sucker. I was his even though we were no longer together. There was no denying it. I belonged to him. I couldn’t deny him—ever. My tongue slipped out, sliding along my upper lip.
    “Let’s play.” My voice felt like a suffocated whisper.
    Lips that were made perfectly for me crashed over mine. I became a chocolate molten lava cake melting into his touch. Haas grunted, pressing his erection against me. I moaned between breaths, needing his touch to ease the ache that was growing between my legs.
    I opened my mouth wider for him, tasting his tongue that twirled around mine. Panting for air, I gripped the back of his hair. I wanted to climb up his body, press my body against his.
    It was like he read my mind. His hands wrapped around my thighs, lifting me. My legs hugged his waist, his thick, ready cock adding pressure to my throbbing clit. Haas stumbled out of the living room and headed towards my bedroom. I yanked my jacket off, tossing it to the floor in the hallway. My shirt followed suit. Haas slammed my back against the wall before we even made it to my room, his mouth attacking my covered breast.
    “Show them to me,” he grunted, pressing his cock against my clit again.
    His words fueled me. My hands tugged on my bra, exposing my breasts to him. His lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue circling my nipple ring.
    “Oh, God,” I moaned, my head slamming against the wall. It was what I wanted, what I needed, but something was wrong.
    At the end of this he would still go home to her.
    “Wait.”
    Pushing off his chest, I tugged on my leg until he let go.
    “What is it?”
    “You . . . We . . . You have to go, Haas.”
    “Lynn—”
    “Now!”
    I picked my shirt up from the ground and tugged it back over my head. His eyes drank me in, but I couldn’t fall for it. He needed to leave.
    Without giving him a chance to protest, I jogged to the living room. Holding the door open, I watched him walk towards me, but my eyes darted to the street to avoid his gaze.
    I slammed the door behind him. My hands trembled as I strode to the kitchen. Yanking the fridge open I pulled out a bottle of Poland Springs. My breath came out in spurts as I swallowed the cold water. My skin still tingled where he had touched me.
    The light tap on the front door sounded like a jackhammer in the silent house. He was still out there.
    “Braelynn.”
    My feet led me to the door. I couldn’t stay away. Resting my hand on the hardwood, I imagined him behind it. I tried to stay strong, I tried to make my hand stop turning the door knob.
    But love was one hell of an ass. It made you do foolish things.
    “Please, doll. I need you.”
    Haas had never begged; he had never looked as distraught as he did outside my door. He needed me and I needed to feed my addiction.
    I drew my T-shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground. Haas stepped inside, locking the door behind him. Within seconds, he’d lifted me in his arms as if the past ten minutes hadn’t happened.
    By the time he carried me into my room, I was ready to explode. He dropped me on my bed and my hands rushed to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans. Our breaths were heavy, as though getting undressed was exhausting. Haas tossed his shirt and kicked off his jeans and boxers.
    “Lay down. I need to have you.” His handsome face was kindled with passion.
    I swallowed hard as I shoved out of my jeans and moved up my bed. Haas stroked his ready cock, studying my body laid out on my bed. His carnal gaze electrified my skin; the desire and want I observed in his eyes soaked my already damp panties. I spread my legs for him.
    Haas’s bare body crawled