Free Hurting To Feel (Carpool Dolls) by Abby Wood Page B

rolling out of the city that he always enjoyed viewing in the early
morning hours, he kept slipping back to how Addison refused to let go of him
through the night.
    He'd
waken up three times and had sex with her. At first, he believed her insatiable
when she practically slept half on top of him, but during the times when they
weren't having sex, she continued holding on to him. Even when he slipped out
of bed and went to his office, she'd whimpered in her sleep and reached for
him.
    He
liked how needy she was with him, but her actions confused him.
    More
than anything, he wanted inside her head. From the outside, she came across calm,
cool, and collected. Typically, he stayed away from professional women because
they'd lost the ability to run on their emotions. Every aspect of their lives
revolved around calculations and schemes.
    Yet,
Addison showed him more in the short time they'd spent together than most women
had. The second looks she cast his way when she answered, as if she wasn't sure
if she said the right thing. The constant way she touched him when she wasn't
thinking. He pitched forward until his forehead landed on the window. Hell, she
tended to lean against him, seeking his support or protection whenever they
were within five feet of each other.
    He
wanted to know why she sought him out. Something or someone hurt her in the
past that forced her to close herself off from everyone. She didn't even
recognize how much she yearned for the stability he could give her.
    Soon,
he'd know more about her and could make sure she never doubted her place in his
life. He straightened and moved away from the window. From here on, Addison was
his job. The hell with the corporate world. Money would never bring him calm
the way she could once he taught her how to serve him.
    At
the edge of the bed, he looked down on Addison. He'd fulfill her in ways she
never imagined or thought she knew she wanted and in return, he hoped to
dominate the demons inside of him. The ones crying out to hurt, run, and
survive.
    Last
night, she thought enthusiastic sex equaled pain. His chest warmed. She had no
fucking idea the level he needed and would get from her.
    Fully
dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned toward her. "Time to
wake up."
    She
puckered her lips. He trailed his finger along her slim brow, softening the
muscles making her frown. She moaned in her sleep, and he hardened. He liked
the susceptible side to her as much as her temper.
    Last
night, he learned silence angered her. Authority scared her. And, when he put
his mouth between her thighs, she lost all control of her body. When on the verge
of a climax she'd open her mouth and when she orgasmed, she bit down on her
bottom lip. He wanted to unzip his jeans and curb his lust for her, but they
were running out of time.
    He
sat up, yanking the sheet covering her body, and spanked her bare ass.
"Get up."
    She
jolted into a sitting position on the bed. He took pity on her, and kissed her
hard, taking away the sting from his hand. When she relaxed, and got her
bearings, he pulled back. He grinned at the dazed look on her face.
    "Time
to take a shower." He pulled his shirt over his head.
    "What
time is it?" She stifled a yawn.
    He
held out his hand. "Eight."
    She
latched onto his fingers, unfolded her legs from the sheet tangled around her
knees, and stood on the bed. "It's Saturday. Do you work?"
    Instead
of jumping down to the floor, she pitched herself at him. He had just enough
time to put his hands under her butt and hold her as she wrapped her legs
around his waist and her arms around his neck, burying her head in his
shoulder. Pleasantly surprised at the position, he stood holding her. He liked
the way he could carry her, as if she were a child and depended on him to move
her to the other room.
    "No,
I'm home all day, doll, but the movers will be here at ten o'clock and I need
to feed you," he said, moving across the room.
    "What?"
Her head came off his shoulder. "Where are