If You Let Him Take Me From You || Woody McClain ||

Chapter 8 (Snippet)

Woody 

I planted a kiss on her forehead as she softly pulled my hands from her neck. And quickly headed for the door. 

"Just go!" She yelled pushing me from behind with all her might causing me to stumble. "I don't need you!" She yelled pushing me even harder after I had just barely recovered from the last push. I could hear the pain in her voice. It stopped me dead in my tracks. My intentions were never to hurt her. I wanted to protect her. Yet here I was doing the one thing I never intended. I turned around only to be met with a blow to the face. "I hate you!" She yelled as the taste of blood filled my mouth. I managed to grab her arm just as she attempted another blow. Quickly grabbing the other arm and roughly placing them behind her back as she continued to cry. 

Afraid that things had gotten too heated and far too loud I did the only thing that made sense to me in that moment. I pressed my lips against hers. She resisted but only for a moment. The sweet taste of her lips was something I had already begun to miss. I could feel her arms grow weak in my hands as I wrapped my tongue around hers. I could feel her begin to grow limp beneath me. I released her arms swiftly placing my hands on her ass and pulling her from the ground as her legs wrapped around my waist. The feeling of her arms wrapping around my neck as her chest pressed against mine was one I had quickly learned to love. 

We continued to enjoy each other's taste as I walked us over to her couch. I gently placed her against it before rising to my feet. And noticed how scared and vulnerable she seemed beneath me. That little voice of reason in my head was telling me to go. But I couldn't. I couldn't just leave her like this. I couldn't just leave us like this. I pilled my jacket from my chest and over my shoulders. And I watched her do the same with her robe. 

I quickly stepped out of my shoes as she pulled her nightie over her head. I looked on for a moment as she lay there in nothing but a bra and panties. She was beautiful. Always had been, always would be. But the fact still remained ... she wasn't mine. I pulled my shirt over my head before leaning over into her. She reached out for me almost simultaneously. I pressed the weight of my body against hers and she readily accepted it. 

I allowed her to pull me into her chest and in between her legs. A place that I had unconsciously made home. Our lips reconnected as our hands roamed each other's bodies. Hers quickly finding my belt buckle. "Zora I don't think ..." She quickly placed her middle finger against my lips. 

A/N 

I feel like ya'll deserve a steamy scene ... And I want to give it to you ... Comment if you really want it ...