On Becoming Her Sir Read Free

Dom’s, she knew Luke was fighting inner demons. The fact was evident in his overtly quiet behavior and what she considered secrets he was keeping. “I’m sorry. I moved. I was trying to be patient but…”
    “I think you’ve had enough. You need sleep,” Luke interrupted as he placed his finger across her lips.
    “Sir?” She heard the raw pain in his voice.
    Very slowly he lifted her into his lap and pulled her against his chest. “Enough.” Placing his hand on the back of her neck, he kissed her forehead before rubbing his fingers back and forth across her skin. He glanced at the journal and eased down on the bed. “You’re been writing.”
    “Just a little.” For the life of her she wasn’t certain what she’d written. Sitting up, she moved closer to him. The heat of his body and the way he was breathing heavily told her something was wrong, but she remained quiet. There were times she knew he needed moments of peace all to himself.
    Luke smiled and kissed her lips, brushing his thumb back and forth across her mouth. “You know I love you. Right?”
    “Of course.”
    “And that I’d do anything for you?”
    The question was far too haunting. “Without question.”
    “Good.” Luke looked back toward her journal.
    The warmth and quiet moment of passion they’d shared before but this time was somehow different. Jessie rubbed her hand up from his carved stomach to his chest, allowing her fingers to knead his lower shoulder. There was something so amazing about the light as it glistened across his chocolate-laced skin. Luke was a gorgeous man, one other women longed to touch and taste. And he belonged to her. “Come to bed. Please.”
    Luke hesitated, leaning forward slightly and she could see he was reading what she’d written. “I will. Just give me a few minutes,” Luke whispered and started to rise from the bed.
    Jessie grabbed his arm. “Please don’t go away from me.”
    “Just a few minutes. I promise.”
    When he wouldn’t look at her Jessie shivered. This time as he walked out of the room she knew she heard a strangled sound coming from his lips. Very slowly she looked down at the page and crumpled.
    I’m so very afraid
     
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    I’m so very afraid
    The four little worlds reverberated in his mind. Luke held his breath in as best he could until he made it into the kitchen. As he gripped the edge of the kitchen sink he dropped his head and panted. Mouthing the words she’d written in her journal, he was horrified Jessie had to feel this way. About him. Maybe about them. Hell, most likely about every aspect of their life. His heart was racing and he tipped his head and glared at his reflection in the shimmer of moonlight cascading in through the window. He stood staring for what had to be minutes, a bitter sense of loneliness lacing every inch of his body. Instead of being in bed with the woman of his dreams, his body wrapped in her warmth, he stood chilled to the bone. Unable to shake the same wretched feelings that had been with him for the last few months, he was trying to accept the fact he wasn’t the man Jessie thought he was. Jezebel would never forgive him. When he brushed his hand through his hair he realized how hard his entire arm was shaking. He clenched his fist and lifted it defiantly into the air. “Fuck you.” A single laugh erupted from his lips.
    Luke wasn’t prone to any level of panic attacks or depression. He thought men and women weak who used the emotional drama to hold up any aspect of their life. He was a strong man, one determined to help both he and Jessie become even stronger as a couple. Flashes of the past, images of memories that were far too beautiful and yet so very ugly streaked across the back of his mind. He pushed the away and could swear her face appeared. Touching the glass with his fingertips, he shook his head and closed his eyes.
    “I won’t let you every be afraid of me. Ever. There is no way I will allow you to feel fear of me.”
    “I