Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 51

 There was nothing clean left in my thoughts, and I cursed myself for letting things get this far. I intended to call Declan, but I couldn't seem to dial the number. The demons inside me had a life of their own. They couldn't be contained. They had to be fed.

I ran my hands through my now sweaty hair, chasing away all the guilty and sinful thinking I had about her. She was so pure that I wouldn't allow my mind to wander in that direction. Despite all our short history, I was one hundred percent sure she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Therefore, my rational side said I should do this in an easy and humane way. But what should I do with the beast waiting to surface, stalking like a predator? She was a fragile prey. In the end, the beast won, but so did some of the rational. I would not hurt her in any way, shape, or form.

I made my way, slowly, towards her room, as if a desert chimera had drawn me in. I had no escape but to press forward until my eyes could no longer turn their gaze. Through the steamed-up window, I stared at a feminine figure, so hot and perfect that I hardened on the spot. I cursed my condition of being a man in that situation and me not having the will to resist that woman. I was soothing my beast, or at least I was trying to, reminding myself that I couldn't hurt her. God was my witness that I would not because I loved her. It took me a long time to search for her and find her, but now I was sure she was the one.

In my frenzy and my restless body, I kept going and reaching for the shower door. I was so close that I could smell her vanilla flower scent through the glass. She still couldn't see me and was facing the shower wall. I wasn't in her sights at all. With the sound of the water, maybe I was lucky I walked in unheard.

If she concentrated a little, she could hear my heart beating hard. It was pounding so fast it could have broken my chest. She was to blame for all this. I narrowed my eyes and could make out her smooth skin through the glass. My God, how I wanted to devour her and make her mine.

I loosened my tie and threw my jacket on the floor. My black shirt and pants were the only clothes left. I would not hurt her, so I went in just as I was. The thought of her being naked in all her splendor, in my arms, at my mercy, made me crave her even more. If she didn't want me, I wouldn't make a move. I promised that to myself.

It was time for me to go in. As I expected, the shower door didn't make a sound, so in the next second she wanted to turn around, but I covered her mouth with my hand. Her right hand remained trapped on the icy wall, and her left rested in front of her, above her head. I gently pushed against her, feeling her every curve through my clothes. I didn't block her mouth so much so she could speak...

"Please don't hurt me..." 

      That was the moment everything went dark before my eyes. My thoughts suddenly became clouded. It was like the demon inside had replaced me. I was imagining things that didn't exist.

"Now, why would you think I wouldn't want that? Am I not good enough for you? Oh, now I understand. You want Logan to do it" 

Hearing his name, Rebecca turned to face me. Her goddess body was now so vulnerable before me. I went even crazier following her up and down those perfect curves, letting the hot water slide between her full breasts, making me want to kiss them like mad. She wasn't even covering herself. I was so close to her I could read her thoughts.