Too Much: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (All or Nothing) by Lea Griffith

she’d given him, and he’d hurt her so deeply.
    “I’ve never known you to refuse to answer a question, Daly.”
    His voice stroked along her skin, dipping into her ears and teasing her mind with all manner of wonderfully sinful acts.
    “A lot has changed, Jeremiah. Or maybe you just never knew me like you thought you did,” she whispered.
    Wrapping a hand in her hair, he gently tugged until her head fell back. “Look at me,” he demanded.
    She did.
    “Do you remember the rules, Daly? Do we need to renegotiate this thing between us?”
    Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Her mind almost locked down. He thought to play her? Now?
    Jeremiah chuckled. “We aren’t going to play now, little sub. But we will play soon.” He tapped her open mouth with his free hand, sliding his index finger along her lower lip and dipping his thumb inside. Instinctively, her tongue flicked out to taste him. She closed her mouth as his flavor exploded over her taste buds.
    A moan escaped her. She berated herself for this weakness, but at the same time something unfurled in her soul, stretching and reaching for the warmth only Jeremiah could provide.
    “I told you last night your attempt at dominance would backfire. Once is never enough, Daly, but I gave your body a break because it’s been so long. My lust for you has never abated; time only made it stronger, and my body demands recompense for what you tried last night.” He pulled her hair tighter, bowing her head back even farther. “Do. You. Remember. The. Rules?”
    Each word fired Daly. Deeper, hotter, it scorched her insides. The hands that had been reaching for him dropped. Her breathing quickened. Her stomach clenched and she
wanted.
Him.
    She almost nodded but remembered he was holding her head. “I remember.”
    “Tell me.”
    Why those two words made her pussy slick with moisture she had no idea. Perhaps it was Jeremiah’s voice alone; maybe it was the inherent command in them. The way he wielded his magic never failed to push her to the brink.
    “Rules are naught between us. You have my everything because you will give me yours,” she whispered and with those words, Daly’s heart broke all over again.
    His beautiful face creased with sorrow. “Goddamn, baby,” he ground out before he lifted her up into his arms. Daly wrapped her legs around his waist automatically and he just held her.
    She sobbed into his neck and it wasn’t enough. He stroked her back with his big hands and it wasn’t enough. She wanted to crawl inside him and lock down in his heart. Long minutes passed as he soothed her with nonsensical words. His heart beat at her cheek and his heat enveloped her, making her sleepy, stealing her will.
    Her thoughts echoed back to her—
stealing her will.
She might as well be lust-drunk. “Put me down,” she murmured.
    His breath shuddered through him. “I can’t.”
    “You must, Jeremiah. This isn’t good. We’ll break each other again,” she said softly.
    “Or maybe we can put each other back together,” he said gruffly.
    Her gaze met his and in the deep, dark stormy gray of his eyes she saw pain. The emotions between them in that second were overwhelming. Need, lust, hurt, and …
    “Jeremiah, I don’t think—”
    His look cut her off. “Don’t. You came here, to me, last night and you gave yourself into my hands.” He unlocked her legs from his waist and set her down gently. “Then you lay in my bed all night, breathing softly and looking so damn sexy I couldn’t sleep, my dick was so hard. And now you’ve given me the rules of play between us. Your body tells me everything I want is a breath away. But your eyes, Daly—they say something else entirely.” He took a deep breath and one step back.
    Daly mourned that step because it took his body farther from hers. She wanted to scream at him to take her, but at the same time realized the past lay between them. “I need to know—”
    “Go home, Daly,” he said in a low