Good Girl Gone Wild: When Lust Turns to Passion... (Good and Wild) by Dominica Dark Page A

to make of it. Did she think she
could convince him to forget about his ultimatum and just continue as they
were? The hell he will! Better to cut his losses now while he had some chance
of getting some of his life back.
    And
now she was here, and his longing for her seemed to triple because he still
believed he could never have her. Not the way he wanted.
    He
was therefore in a towering rage, and he could barely contain the blistering
words he wanted to say to her, to lash out for the hurt she had caused him.
    “You’re
angry…” she faltered out, her voice husky.
    “Of
course I’m angry,” he shouted, frustration giving strength to his voice, as he
walked further into the room. “You say you don’t want me, and then you turn up
here without calling, using my damned key card to get in, and then you sit
there as if everything is just peachy! You had no right to come here!”
    Christine
stood up, holding herself rigidly, willing her tears to go away! She
didn’t dare look at him, and tried to keep her voice even. “You’re right, I’m
sorry. It was a mistake. I’ll go.” Her voice wobbled a little at the end and
she was poised for flight. His next words gave her pause.
    “Why
did you come here?” he asked more moderately, curious despite himself. She had
never gone to his condo on her own or uninvited, and doing so now was
incomprehensible. Unless…but no, he wouldn’t allow himself to hope just yet. He
watched her closely.
    Christine
didn’t know what to say. She had been planning to tell him that she had changed
her mind, and that she was willing to try to have a life together, but now she
doubted that it would do any good. He didn’t want her anymore. He was so angry!
    She
was suddenly aware of the key card she still held tightly in her left hand. She
placed it on the coffee table. “I just wanted to give this back to you,”
Christine said quietly, and she found the courage to look up at him. “I should
have called first. I’m sorry.”
    Nick
believed her; you could see it in the way his face hardened. Christine didn’t
know if she should be glad or not. He nodded curtly, and made no move to stop
her when she walked past him. I’m going, I’m really, really going, and I’m
never coming back, she thought distractedly, her face working .She was
almost in the hallway when he suddenly spoke.
    “Did
you ever love me at all?” he asked tightly, as if the words were wrenched from
him.
    Christine
grabbed at the wall for support, her heart constricting at the hurt she heard
in his voice. Her tears began to fall, but she didn’t mind anymore. She turned
to face him, and saw that he was crying as well. His face was still hard, his
body rigid, as if he was holding on grimly to his self-control but a tear was
nonetheless trickling down his cheek.
    Christine
couldn’t stand it. She had never seen him cry, and she was furious at herself
for causing him pain. She came to him, her purse falling unheeded to the floor.
She reached up and lovingly brushed the hair from his forehead.
    “I’ve
think I have always loved you,” she admitted huskily, and kissed him.
    Nick
hugged her convulsively, feeling as if he had pulled from the brink of an
abyss. He held her close as he buried his face in her neck, his tears now
flowing freely as he broke down from the stress.
    “Don’t
ever leave me again,” he muttered thickly over and over again. Christine
stroked his hair soothingly, crooning to him, waiting for the storm to pass.

Chapter Ten
    They
sat on the couch, her head on his shoulder and her feet curled under her, content
to just relax after such an emotional rollercoaster of a day.
    “Why
did you really come back?” he asked after a while, stroking her hair.
    Christine
smiled, once again secure in his love. “To tell you I changed my mind. Isn’t it
obvious?”
    Nick
grimaced. “I thought you were going to try to make me change my mind.”
    She
raised her head, looking at him searchingly. “ Could I have