Page 120 of The Sniper
Her eyes lower, taking in my low-hung jeans and the fitted T-shirt that hugs my abs.
I see her hunger.
I step closer.“Let’s talk, princess.Let me in.”
“I shouldn’t.”Tiffany shakes her head, but steps aside, and I walk in and shut the door behind us.
“Jay—”
I don’t plan it, but I turn, cup her face tightly, and just before I do anything more, a question slips out.“Have you slept with him?”
Tiffany’s mouth falls open as she shoves at my chest.“No.”
“Good,” I reply, then I slam my mouth down on hers.
I feel her resistance, but it melts as our kiss deepens.Her whimper has me lifting my lips from hers and staring down into her gorgeous eyes.
Her nipples are hard against my chest, her chest heaving.
“I’m angry with you.”
“I know,” I rasp.
“Don’t do this and leave again,” she begs, hurt sparkling in her globes.
“Well, that’s up to you, princess.I want you, but I know I’m not good enough.”
She sighs, her eyes dipping.
I tip her chin up with my fingers.
“No, don’t look away.If it’s true, tell me now and I will walk away.But if you want me, I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy until you cry out my name, and if you do, no other man’s name will ever touch your lips.”
Her lips part.
Then she swallows and puts a hand on my chest.“You think I don’t want you because of our financial differences.”
It’s embarrassing to admit.
I nod.
“You hurt me and left me because of your ego.”Tears sparkle in her eyes.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Then make it simple because I had a gun to my head.You were the only person who made me feel safe, andyoudeserted me, Jay.Ineededyou.”
“You needed me to put a bullet in their head.I did that,” I growl.
“I needed your arms around me.That’s what I needed.Don’t you understand?I don’t need your money or my father’s.I’m spent my life proving that.I just wanted you by my side.”
Fuck.
Her face scrunches, and I catch her just as the tears fall.“Tiff, fuck, princess.”
She slams her fist into my chest.“You left me!”
“I’m sorry.”
