His to Possess #5: Entangled by Opal Carew Page A

muscle in his jaw ticked, and he said, “Well, it seems you don’t have any control over that.”
    She stepped toward him. “Please, don’t let this come between the two of you.”
    But his closed expression told her that this had opened a can of worms between the brothers. Damn it, why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut. She didn’t have to lie, but she could have held her silence.
    “Rafe, your brother—”
    “I don’t want to hear about my brother right now, especially from the woman I just proposed to who is turning me down because of him.”
    Anger flared in her again.
    “That’s not fair. It’s not because of Dane. I only met him because you left me and broke my heart.”
    His eyes narrowed. “If I broke your heart, that means you were in love with me.”
    Her chest compressed. She sighed, gazing at this practical stranger in his expensive, tailored suit and designer silk tie. “I was in love with Storm. But he doesn’t exist.”
    “Fuck that. I am who I have always been.” He pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it across the room. “Don’t let this suit confuse you.”
    Her eyes widened as he loosened his tie, then tugged open the buttons of his shirt, revealing his broad muscular chest. With a rapid jerk, he pulled the shirt over his head, tie and all, and tossed them aside. She couldn’t help but gaze with longing at his perfect pecs and six-pack abs. Tattoos adorned his arms and shoulders. He’d gotten a few new ones on the road.
    Then her gaze fell to the leopard moth on his left shoulder, near his heart.
    He saw where she was looking and pointed at it. “I meant this, Jess. I got this to tell you I would always be there for you, and it’s true.”
    He stepped toward her and she gazed at the warmth and sincerity in his sky blue eyes. In those eyes, she could see the glow of love. Her heart pounded and she felt light headed.
    This man walking toward her, his muscular chest bare, covered with tattoos … this was Storm. This was the man she loved. He had walked out on her and broken her heart, but now he was back. And he still loved her.
    Oh, God, all the love she’d felt for him … that she’d kept locked up inside her … came flooding back.
    He must have sensed her surrender because he strode to her and pulled her into his arms. His lips meshed with hers and she knew she was lost.
    The overwhelming passion of his kiss broke down the last of her defenses. Tears welled in her eyes as she clung to him.
    “I was devastated when you left.”
    He gazed down at her. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He wiped away her tears with a soft stroke of his thumb. “When I was out on the road, doing what I’d wanted to do all my life, all I could think of was you,”—he brushed her eyelids softly with his lips—“and what an idiot I’d been to leave you. I knew I had to make it up to you. To find you and explain everything. To convince you that we have a future together.”
    His lips found hers again for a sweet, tender kiss.
    “When I left my life behind a year ago, I knew I was searching for something.” He cupped her face and tipped it up. “I just didn’t realize it was you.”
    The glow of warmth in his eyes, paired with intense longing, filled her with joy. Storm was back, and she was in his arms, being loved by him. She stroked his cheek, loving the slightly raspy feel under her fingertips. So masculine. So Storm.
    “Oh, God, I’ve missed you,” she murmured.
    The world tipped sideways as he swept her into his arms and carried her across the room and into his bedroom. He set her on her feet, stepped back, and unfastened his pants, then pulled down the zipper. She watched, holding her breath, as he dropped his pants to the floor, then his boxers, revealing his long, hard, and oh-so-familiar cock.
    He walked toward her, magnificent in his unabashed nakedness, and she reached for his thick shaft, longing to feel it again. To taste it. But he captured her hand and pressed it to his mouth.