“I play by my own rules and all that.” I winked.
“Damn, you’re perfect.”
I gasped when he lifted me slightly off his lap, the air hitting my stomach briefly before he slid off my remaining underwear. I expected him to lose control, I expected him to do what Tex always did—pleasure me until I cried with need and then take his own.
But this wasn’t like other times.
It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced.
His callused hands moved across my hip bone, his eyes trained on my skin. Eyelashes fanned across his cheeks as he stared, inhaling and exhaling, bidding his time.
“So beautiful,” he choked, his thumb rubbing across my hip, his fingers digging into my butt as he pulled me closer to him.
I swallowed the emotion in my throat as Tex tilted his head and moved his left hand to the other side of my hip, running his knuckles up and down my rib cage until I moaned.
“So perfect.”
“I’m ready for you,” I gasped. “I need you.”
“Let me, Mo.” Tex’s hands gripped my sides as he lightly lifted me so that I was fully straddling him and he was lying back against the pillows. “Please let me say goodbye to my favorite parts of you.”
“Parts?” I breathed as those wicked hands moved from my hips past my ribs and cupped my br**sts. With a moan his head fell back.
Tex groaned. “Yeah Mo, my favorite parts, which basically means every single part of you.”
I shivered as he released my br**sts, his mouth descended where his hands had been and with a soft sob he pulled me tight against him. The heat of his body was wreaking havoc on mine. I tried to move against him but he was too strong—so I stayed put, even though I was dying a bit inside.
“Mo.” Tex’s hot mouth cupped my ear. “I’ll never forget what you look like… when I do this.” His hands gripped my butt, jerking me abruptly against his arousal.
My head fell back.
“So beautiful.” He kissed my exposed neck. “I want to stay like this forever.”
“Funny,” I murmured. “Because I want a little more than this.”
“Patience.” He laughed softly.
Yeah, not happening, especially with the way he was kissing my neck, his tongue massaging every soft spot of my skin until my body started shaking. Every kiss brought me to the brink of release, only to be left needing, wanting, desiring, because he would stop, gather himself, and then just stare at me.
“I need you.” I cupped his face. “Now.”
“Not yet.” His thumb caressed my lower lip. “Not until you’re begging—not until your sobbing my name. Then and only then will I fill you until all I feel is Mo Abandonato—until all I breathe, is your essence.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is, until you have lost it—Anonymous
Tex
MO’S BEAUTIFUL BLUE eyes blinked mischievously back at me. I would miss that look, the one that said she wasn’t going to back down from any of my challenges. Her looks were her tell. I could see the love she had for me in her eye—it was why it hurt so badly when she betrayed me, because regardless of her actions and her reasoning—she still loved me.
And I knew it every damn I time I looked at her face.
Loving Mo was my greatest and hardest accomplishment, because loving someone meant that person had the power to use your love against you, and I knew it was only a matter of time before Mo did that. It would be by accident, but it would happen.
It was why we had to say goodbye.
She wouldn’t do it on purpose. Mo didn’t have that type of mind.
But I did.
I was protecting her from me, and protecting her from herself… a clean break was the only way to keep her safe but selfishly it was the only way to keep me sane.
Every text.
Every phone call.
Every picture.
Would haunt me for the rest of my life.
So once I hunted down Alfonso and killed the sorry son of a bitch, I would find my sister and take control of my family.
And the war between the families would continue because I knew one thing Mo didn’t.
The Campisis didn’t just want my blood.
They wanted the Abandonatos.
I wished I could go back and forget the words that Luca and Frank said, but the men knew more than anyone else—bad blood gets people killed and the Campisis, though momentarily leaderless, wanted my head and were more than happy to ask for Nixon’s and Chase’s in the process.
I’d rather die a thousand deaths than put the people who raised me in danger.
“Tex!” Mo wrapped her arms around my neck. “Where’d you go?”
“Right here, sweetheart,” I murmured, brushing a kiss across her lips. “I’ll always be.” I moved my rough hand to her chest and pressed. “Right here.”
Her lower lip trembled. “You promise?”
I nodded. “When the nights are dark… when you’re alone and afraid… when you’re sick at the prospect of dating for the first time, when you’re sad…” I shrugged and rubbed my hand across her chest. “Know that a part of me will always be with you.”
Tears streamed down her face. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Tex.”
I wasn’t a strong enough man to lie to her face, to tell her everything would be okay when I knew it wouldn’t. Hell, I was too weak to tell her I probably wasn’t going to survive The Commission in the first place.