It was better than thinking she was going insane the way she couldnât get him off of her mind.
Her world had collapsed the day she walked into his apartment and found him lying on the couch with another woman. Anika Arnold. The vision of that night was still fresh in her mind. Anikaâs naked body straddling his lap. Her throaty laughter. Anger shot through her and tears filled her eyes. Damn him! She loved him with everything she had. How could he do that to her?
One thing for sure, she wasnât going to again fall for the only man she had ever loved. The only man with the power to break the wall she had built around her heart.
Chapter 5
J abarie stood in front of the large window that took up an entire wall in his office and gazed down at the ocean below. The window was open, catching the sounds and smell of the water, moving onto the shore.
Looking to his far right, he gazed in the direction of Ms. Nellieâs house. Even though he couldnât see her, he knew Brenna was sitting out on the deck with her bare feet on the railing, drinking a cup of Irish Cream flavored coffee. He knew her routine by heart because he, too, used to get up extremely early in the morning just so he could join her before going to work. They would sit together on the bench and plan their future while watching the sun rise.
Man, he thought with a tight lipped-smile, that was such a long time ago, but to him it still felt like it had just been yesterday. Those had been the times when he couldnât keep his hands off her, or his lips for that matter.
A whirlwind of emotions traveled through his chest as he remembered the taste of her sweet lips when he kissed her yesterday. What had got to him was that it was like no time had passed. He knew the way she tilted her head and the soft purrs that slipped from between her lips whenever he pressed her against his hardened length. When she had parted her lips and invited him inside her mouth, he had entered as if he and he alone had the right to be there.
Struggling to breathe, he turned away from the window. Jabarie felt every bit of his thirty years as he lowered into the large swivel chair and reached for the mug of coffee and brought it to his lips. Even now, just thinking about Brenna made his heart skip a beat. She was the only woman that had ever gotten under his skin. The only woman heâd ever loved. The only woman who had broken his heart.
He clenched his jaw and fought the unwanted need that snaked through his veins. While walking into work this morning he had found himself distracted by a woman in the lobby because she had been wearing the same perfume Brenna used to dab on her wrist and neck. But it was missing her sweet alluring scent that made him dizzy with an adrenaline rush. Iâm losing my mind . Somehow he needed to get her off his mind, because last night he could not. After a painfully long, boring dinner with his parents and siblings, he had gone home to an empty condo and an even colder and lonelier bed. So he called her, needing to hear her voice, hoping that it would help him sleep, only instead, talking to her, confessing to her how she made him feel, had only made matters worse. Images of her honey-brown hair and large hazel eyes had dogged his sleep. He spent half the night tossing and turning, yearning for her warm body to be lying next to him. He dreamed of making love to her and wanted badly to bury himself so far inside her one wouldnât know where one began and the other ended.
Taking another sip of the lukewarm liquid, Jabarie scowled as he remembered somewhere between three and four this morning, he decided it was time to face the undeniable fact that for the last five years he had tortured himself night after night reliving the passion that only Brenna was able to extract from him. No other woman had ever come close. Sure he was a man with needs so celibacy had never been a consideration. Nevertheless, no woman had ever come close to
Her world had collapsed the day she walked into his apartment and found him lying on the couch with another woman. Anika Arnold. The vision of that night was still fresh in her mind. Anikaâs naked body straddling his lap. Her throaty laughter. Anger shot through her and tears filled her eyes. Damn him! She loved him with everything she had. How could he do that to her?
One thing for sure, she wasnât going to again fall for the only man she had ever loved. The only man with the power to break the wall she had built around her heart.
Chapter 5
J abarie stood in front of the large window that took up an entire wall in his office and gazed down at the ocean below. The window was open, catching the sounds and smell of the water, moving onto the shore.
Looking to his far right, he gazed in the direction of Ms. Nellieâs house. Even though he couldnât see her, he knew Brenna was sitting out on the deck with her bare feet on the railing, drinking a cup of Irish Cream flavored coffee. He knew her routine by heart because he, too, used to get up extremely early in the morning just so he could join her before going to work. They would sit together on the bench and plan their future while watching the sun rise.
Man, he thought with a tight lipped-smile, that was such a long time ago, but to him it still felt like it had just been yesterday. Those had been the times when he couldnât keep his hands off her, or his lips for that matter.
A whirlwind of emotions traveled through his chest as he remembered the taste of her sweet lips when he kissed her yesterday. What had got to him was that it was like no time had passed. He knew the way she tilted her head and the soft purrs that slipped from between her lips whenever he pressed her against his hardened length. When she had parted her lips and invited him inside her mouth, he had entered as if he and he alone had the right to be there.
Struggling to breathe, he turned away from the window. Jabarie felt every bit of his thirty years as he lowered into the large swivel chair and reached for the mug of coffee and brought it to his lips. Even now, just thinking about Brenna made his heart skip a beat. She was the only woman that had ever gotten under his skin. The only woman heâd ever loved. The only woman who had broken his heart.
He clenched his jaw and fought the unwanted need that snaked through his veins. While walking into work this morning he had found himself distracted by a woman in the lobby because she had been wearing the same perfume Brenna used to dab on her wrist and neck. But it was missing her sweet alluring scent that made him dizzy with an adrenaline rush. Iâm losing my mind . Somehow he needed to get her off his mind, because last night he could not. After a painfully long, boring dinner with his parents and siblings, he had gone home to an empty condo and an even colder and lonelier bed. So he called her, needing to hear her voice, hoping that it would help him sleep, only instead, talking to her, confessing to her how she made him feel, had only made matters worse. Images of her honey-brown hair and large hazel eyes had dogged his sleep. He spent half the night tossing and turning, yearning for her warm body to be lying next to him. He dreamed of making love to her and wanted badly to bury himself so far inside her one wouldnât know where one began and the other ended.
Taking another sip of the lukewarm liquid, Jabarie scowled as he remembered somewhere between three and four this morning, he decided it was time to face the undeniable fact that for the last five years he had tortured himself night after night reliving the passion that only Brenna was able to extract from him. No other woman had ever come close. Sure he was a man with needs so celibacy had never been a consideration. Nevertheless, no woman had ever come close to
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