Ten years ago, Larson Ireland’s wife was brutally murdered, and ever since then he’s been fighting to forget and numb his pain and anger.
Tasha Mackenzie made the biggest mistake of her life at the age of seventeen. Six years later she’s still trying to move on and start fresh. With parents that see her as a shameful sinner who disgraced them, the only thing that Tasha looks forward to is seeing Larson at the gym where she works.
Larson doesn’t think he’s good enough to ever be with anyone again, especially not a sweet woman like Tasha. He knows the darkness he carries inside will only hurt everyone in the end. But he wants Tasha, sees a vulnerability and innocence in her, and he wants desperately to let himself love again. Can Larson let go of his past and embrace a future with Tasha? Does he even want to risk it?
Be Warned: spanking
God, he was just so big, and even though that was obvious at first glance, actually feeling him right up against her, making her feel so small and feminine, really cemented the fact that Larson Ireland was a powerful man in all respects. He lifted his hands slowly, grabbed her waist, and moved her backward until she finally felt the door stop her.
“I’m not a good man,” he said slowly, almost void of emotion.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” she responded, then looked down to see the scar on his neck that disappeared beneath his shirt.
“No, I’m not.”
She lifted her gaze to his again, saw that he was being serious, but right now she didn’t want to talk about this. “Just be with me. The other things can wait, Larson.”
He didn’t move, didn’t respond, but then leaned down and kissed her again. He placed his hands on the door right beside her head. He pressed his erection into her belly, and Tasha shamelessly moaned at the feeling. It felt like he was hiding a steel pipe between his legs: long and thick, and so damn big. A gush of wetness slipped out of her, and she shifted on her feet, needing to appease this arousal in her that had been growing since she’d seen Larson.
His mouth was so close to hers, taking control and showing dominance. He lowered his mouth to her cheek, then lower to her neck. Larson dragged his lips up and down her throat, sucked at her pulse, and moved his teeth along her flesh until there was a sting of pain and pleasure. Not able to hold her eyes open at the feeling, she let her head fall back against the door.
He ground his dick into her again, over and over until she found herself reaching up and holding onto his biceps for support. He was rock hard and tense beneath her palms, and she slid her hands over the bulging definition of his arms, and up to his shoulders.
“God, Larson, is this really happening? Are we really doing this?” Tasha hadn’t meant to say anything, but the words tumbled out of her of their own accord.
He didn’t answer her, but that was okay because she was lost in the sensations. She felt his lips move along the shell of her ear, and a shiver worked through her whole body. He groaned and pressed his entire length against her, harder, more demanding. There was no place on her body that Larson wasn’t touching.
He pulled away only enough that he had his mouth close to hers once more. “I don’t know what we’re doing, but I do know I’m not about to stop.” He lowered his gaze until he was staring at her lips.
“Then let’s not stop,” she whispered.
