Dietmar had gone for his morning run before heading to the gym. He had a lot of steam to blow off. He had run five miles and he forced his feet to pound the pavement with each stride. Every woman he ran past momentarily morphed into his Carr. He liked the term his. He liked everything about it. He wanted her as his lover, his wife, as the mother of his children, as his business partner. He wanted to be able to think of her in those terms and those terms being a reality. Yes, he knew she was much more than those things. How in the hell had he been so willing to hurt her? Now, he knew how much he needed her, only she could make him feel whole. Men talk about their other half, their better half. She is the only thing that is good about him. He has been celibate for a little over a year now, It was funny how he wanted to cleanse every woman he had been with out of his body; but he wasn’t willing to be celibate for her for a mere four months when he was busy sullying the relationship. Yes, he had been a miserable little asshole and bastard. So stupid to treat her like that. And as of right now, she is the only woman he wants that he can’t have. He thought about the last woman he was with the sex was awful. The orgasm he had was so dissatisfying. The seminal fluid just trickled out, so anticlimactic. The best part about the whole evening was she was gone by the time he had gotten out of the shower. His body ached for Carrington day and night. His lips quivered at the mere thought of kissing her. Damn, he loved her so damn much, it hurt not to be able to go to her right now and hold her in his arms. Be with her in his bed, talking and kissing, caressing each other.
