Bane. Brenda Jackson

be together.

      “You’re not the only one who’s changed. Just like you’re not the same, I’m not the same.”

      They faced off. She didn’t see him move, but suddenly his body brushed against hers and she drew in a sharp breath. The touch had been electric, sending a sizzle through her. Suddenly, her mind was filled with memories of the last time they’d touched. Really touched. All over. Naked. Those memories were enough to ignite a fire in the pit of her stomach.

      “You may not be the same,” he said, breaking into the silence between them, speaking in a low tone, “but you kept your wedding vows.”

      He spoke with such absolute certainty, she wondered how he could be so sure. But of course he was right. “Yes, I kept them.”

      He nodded. “And before doubt starts clouding that pretty little head of yours, let me go on record to say that I might not be the same, but I kept my wedding vows, as well.”

      There was no way. Not that she didn’t think he would have tried, but she knew when it came to sex, some men classified it as a must have. She of all people knew how much the old Bane had enjoyed it. There was no reason to think the new and different Bane wouldn’t like it just as much. Just look at him. He was more masculine, more virile—so macho. Even if he hadn’t targeted women, they would definitely have targeted him.

      “Now that we have that cleared up…”

      Did they? “Not so fast,” she said, trying to ignore it when his body brushed against hers again. Had it been intentional? And why hadn’t one of them taken a step back? “What kept you sane?”

      “Sane?”

      “Yes. You know. From climbing the walls and stuff. I heard men need sex every so often.”

      He smiled and the force of it sent her senses reeling. “Remind me to give you all the details one day. Now, back to our earlier topic, why did you come to the door with a gun and why the packed bags?”

       They were back to that?

      But then maybe they should be. She needed to call a cab and get to the airport. And just like she didn’t want to involve her mother and Aunt Rachel in whatever was going on, she definitely didn’t want to involve Bane. Maybe she should have lied and said she was involved with someone else. Then he would have gotten angry and left, and she would be free to do as the note advised and disappear. Whatever was going on was her issue and not his.

      She nibbled her lips as she tried coming up with something that would sound reasonable. Something that wasn’t too much of a lie. So she said, “The reason for the packed luggage is because I’m taking a trip.”

      He looked at her as if to say duh. Instead, he held her gaze and asked, “Business or pleasure?”

      “Business.”

      “Where are you headed?”

      If she told him the Bahamas, he would question if it really was a business trip, so she said, “Chicago.”

      “Fine. I’ll go with you.”

      She blinked, suddenly feeling anxiety closing in on her. “Go with me?”

      “Yes. I’m on leave so I can do that,” he said calmly. “Besides, it’s time I got to know you again, and I want you to get to know me.”

      She drew in a breath, feeling her control deteriorating. Those hazel eyes had always been her weakness.

      She knew she was a goner when he asked in a husky voice, “You do want to get to know me all over again, don’t you, Crystal Gayle?”

      Getting to know Brisbane Westmoreland the first time around had been like a roller coaster, and she’d definitely enjoyed the ride. There was no doubt that getting to know the new Bane would be even more exhilarating. Now she could enjoy the ride as a woman in control of her own destiny and not as a girl whose life was dictated by her parents. A woman who was older, mature and could appreciate the explosiveness of a relationship with him.

      As if he knew what she was thinking and wanted to drive that point home, he caressed the side of her face with the tip of his finger. “I definitely want to get to know you again, Crystal.”

      Then he brought her body closer to his. She felt his erection pressing hard against her middle and a craving she’d tried to put to rest years ago reared its greedy head, making her force back a moan. When his finger left her face to tug on a section of her hair, sensations she hadn’t felt in years ran rampant through her womb.

      She stared into his eyes. Hazel eyes that had literally branded her the first time she’d gazed into them. Eyes belonging to Bane. Her Bane. And he had admitted just moments ago to keeping their vows all this time. That meant he had five years of need and hunger stored inside him. The thought sent heated blood racing through her veins.

      Then he shifted. The movement nudged his knees between hers so she could feel his hard bulge even more. Intentional or not, she wasn’t sure. The only thing she was certain about was that if she didn’t get her self-control back, she would jump his bones without a second thought. And that wasn’t good. She didn’t even know him anymore.

      He leaned in slowly—too slowly, which let her know this side of Bane wasn’t different…at least when it came to this. He’d always let her establish the pace, so as not to take advantage of the difference in their ages and experience levels. She’d always known she hadn’t been Bane’s first girl, but he’d been her first guy. And he’d always handled her with tenderness.

      Bane was letting her take the lead now, and she intended to take it to a whole other level. At that moment, she didn’t care that they’d both changed; she wanted his hands on her and his tongue in her mouth. To be totally honest, she needed more but she would settle for those two things now…even if she knew there probably wouldn’t be a later.

      He bent his head closer, and she refused to consider anything other than what she wanted, needed and had gone five years without. She clutched tight to his shoulders and leaned up on tiptoes to cover his mouth with hers.

      Bane wasn’t sure what was more dangerous. Storming an extremist stronghold in the middle of the night, or having his way with Crystal’s mouth after all these years of going without her taste. But now was not the time to dwell on it. It was time to act.

      The way their mouths mated seemed as natural as breathing, and he was glad time had not diminished the desire they’d always shared.

      When she slid her tongue inside his mouth, memories of the last time they’d kissed flooded his mind. It had been on their wedding day, during their honeymoon in a small hotel in Utah. He recalled very little about the room itself, only what they’d done within those four walls. And they’d done plenty.

      But now, this very minute, they were making new memories. He had dreamed about, thought about and wished for this moment for so long. She took the kiss deeper and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, loving the feel of her body plastered against his.

      He loved her taste. Always had and always would. When she sucked on his tongue, his heartbeat thundered in his chest and his erection throbbed mercilessly behind his zipper. He was tempted to devour her and tried like hell to keep his self-control in check. But it became too much. Five years without her had taken its toll.

      Suddenly he became the aggressor, taking her mouth with a hunger he felt all the way to the soles of his feet. He wanted her to feel him in every part of her body. And when he finally caught her wriggling tongue, he feasted on it.

      The one thing that had consumed his mind on their wedding day was the same thing consuming his mind right now. Crystal was his. Undeniably, unquestionably and indisputably his.

      He thrust his tongue even deeper into her mouth. He knew he had to pull back; otherwise he would consume her whole.