Free Chasing the Wild Sparks by Ren Alexander Page B

your life, except for your family and Ricky, know that I exist.”
    “I told you. I don’t care about everyone else.”
    “If you don’t care, then why can’t you acknowledge that you’re taken and you’re mine, not belonging to any of the women who throw themselves at you?”
    “You’re jealous? ” he probes incredulously. “You think I want anything to do with any of those women?”
    “Maybe I’m jealous about all the time they have with you and I don’t.”
    I feel his body pull away from me as irritation laces his voice. “You really want to go there?”
    “What do you mean?”
    He vigorously shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m not getting into this right now.” His heated gaze pierces me and I shrink back somewhat, feeling stupid for bringing this up now.
    “Then when are you going to talk to me? You never communicate with me what you’re truly thinking or feeling.”
    His dark eyes flash. “You really want to know what I’m thinking ?”
    “Yes. Always.”
    He stares at me for what seems like minutes, burning his russet eyes into mine. “I’m thinking that you’re my lucky charm. I want you wherever I am, by my side, even when it’s not possible. And right now, I’m thinking I’d rather be kissing you than arguing with you.” He steps into me, putting his hand around the back of my neck and softly kisses my cheek.
    “Finn.”
    “And you want to know what I’m feeling ?” I nod eagerly against his cheek, loving the rough feel of it against my skin.
    He speaks softly next to my ear. “I’m feeling lost without you, Becks. I never want you to feel like I don’t want you. You’re all I want.” His hand on my back runs down my body and he feverishly squeezes my ass. He shifts his cheek off of mine and intently looks into my eyes. “You’re all I’ll ever need, baby.” He watches my face as he presses his hips into me and his eyes close. “Damn. Even fighting with you makes me hot.” He opens his eyes and smirks, “as does this suit.” He slowly licks his lips. “Why don’t you take it off of me?”
    “We’re not done talking.”
    “No, we’re not, but we are for now.”
    “Promise me we’ll talk,” I beg him as I outline his bottom lip with my finger, the tingling spreading through me like wildfire.
    “We will. I promise,” he declares and sucks on my finger. He digs his fingertips into my skin and trails them down to the back of my thighs, scraping his fingernails against my skin. I move my hands up into his hair and he says, “I’ve had a hard-on for you all week.” I thrill zings through my entire body and like a magnet to steel; I slightly arch my back, my breasts slide against his leathered chest.
    I search his shining brown eyes. “Someone told me that it looked like you wanted to nail me in front of your fans. Is that true?”
    He swallows loudly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as his contemplation glides down over my lips and returns to my eyes. “Yes.”
    “Do you still want me?”
    “Yes. Always,” he says, using my earlier reply to his question. His lips lilt into a slight smile. “You know I do.” He leans down and nibbles on my jaw. Reaching up to touch the other side of my face, his thumb glides over my cheek. His other hand moves to my back, cradling my body to his.
    My fingers glide through his magical hair and I tell him, “You’re all I think about.”
    “Really?” he mumbles hesitantly, pulling his face away from me and looking down to my lips.
    I move my head closer to his and nod, our mouths drifting over each other’s. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” I ask over his lips.
    I can feel his head slightly shaking back and forth, his lips moving side to side above mine. “Show me.”
    “How, Finnigan?” I ask coyly.
    His eyes widen and his lips part against mine. Gripping my skin roughly, his fingers creep up into the bottom of my underwear at my thigh. Slowly, he moves his face away from mine, dragging his chin over my cheek