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Heaving a heavy sigh, my gaze wanders back to Amalie's door. Cursing under my breath, I decide to check that her car is still in the private parking lot at the back of the motel and ensure no one is sniffing around.
After reassuring myself it's where Jace parked it earlier, I return to my parking spot and let my head fall back on the headrest, my eyes burning. The instant my eyes close, my brain conjures up images of Amalie. I picture her smiling up at me, her eyes full of love and tenderness. I picture her laughing as we walk in the early evening sunlight, her eyes shining with happiness. And I picture her beneath me, on top of me, as she rides me, her head thrown back as she comes around my cock, her blonde hair tumbling down her back in silky waves.
My cock hardens behind my zipper and I shift, trying to ease the discomfort. But nothing works. Unable to stop myself, I pull it out, licking my palm before wrapping it around my throbbing shaft. I stroke my length, imagining I’m inside her juicy little cunt, pumping her full of my hot seed. I grip my cock firmly, imagining her tightness. Images of her naked, her eyes filled with lust, bring me to the edge faster than ever.
As my climax approaches, I bite down on my lip to suppress the moan of satisfaction struggling to escape. I squeeze my balls as my hand jerks faster, imagining all the raunchy, dirty things I want to do to her. With jagged breaths, my release spurts hotly over my hand, running through my fingers.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Amalie Vasti?” I groan under my breath. She's brought my empty heart back to life. It’s found its sole reason for existence. “And what am I going to do with you?” I murmur, my depraved imagination conjuring all the wicked things I want to share with her in the bedroom and the memories I want to make outside of it.
I grab tissues from the glovebox and clean myself up. My desire for her burns hotter than ever despite my recent release.
She's beautiful. And right now, she’s fragile. She needs someone to cherish and protect her, and I've appointed myself to the role. An unshakeable certainty hits me again as I sit alone in the darkness.
She’s mine.
The knowledge fills, takes my breath away, but I don't fight it. Women approached me in the past, flirted with me, but that was before I lost interest in romance when I came home to find Janice had cheated on me.
And now there's Amalie. She's awakened emotions within me that I thought were long buried. I can't deny our connection, how her presence fills a void I didn't even realize existed. It scares me, this sudden surge of possessiveness, but at the same time, it feels right.
As the first rays of dawn begin to paint the sky in shades of pink and orange, I continue to watch, certain that I'm correct. Amalie is mine and will always be mine. I need her to see it, know it, feel it so she doesn't leave.
My mind races, formulating a plan. I'll find a way to ensure Amalie’s safety while making her mine. And I'll start with breakfast.
Starting the car, I head home for a shower and change of clothes before going to the only fast-food place in Shelby. I purchase orange juice, coffee, biscuits, and hash browns. Lucinda, the woman at the window, doesn't ask why I've bought two of everything, she simply smiles down at me as she has for the last eight years since she and her husband moved here.
"How's Karl and the twins?" I ask as I take the food package. Her husband was in a motorcycle accident a few months ago and was lucky to get away with nothing more than a busted leg and some minor bruising.
Lucinda smiles. "Karl is doing well. We're just glad it wasn't worse. He's still having physio, which is helping. And Phoebe and Liam keep us on our toes. They start school this year."
I shake my head. "Where does the time go? Seems like only yesterday they were two tiny bundles."
"Tell me about it." She laughs. "It still amazes me that we've kept them alive this long."
I chuckle. "Give my best to Karl. Tell him there's a beer waiting for him at Joe's Place when he feels up to it."
“I will. Have a nice day, Lucas.” Lucinda gives me a little wave as I roll up the window and drive away.
The sense of community in our little town is what makes it so special. Sure, we still get the assholes who think they're above the law, but generally the townsfolk are good people.
I head back to the motel, never doubting that my plan will work. It has to work.
Pulling into the parking lot of the motel, I turn off the engine. I watch her door for a moment but see no sign of movement beyond the window to the right of Amalie's door. Grabbing the bag and the tray with drinks, I head to her room.
I knock and wait. I knock one more time when she doesn't answer right away. Finally, the door opens, revealing a sleepy-looking Amalie, dressed in her gray pajamas. Damn, she looks sexy, sleepy, and oh-so-tempting.
“Lucas?” Her brows draw together in confusion.
I move past her without waiting for an invitation and set the food on the small dining table. “I thought you might need some breakfast. I’ve brought coffee too if you want it.”
I take a seat at the table and gesture to the other chair across from me. Barging in was part of my plan. She can't get rid of me if I refuse to go. After all, I'm a cop, so who is she going to call? Yeah, I'm a pushy bastard where she's concerned.
"I… Thank you," Amalie says, blinking at me a few times before closing the door and sitting opposite me.
I drink her in, my gaze lingering on her tousled hair and sleep-flushed cheeks. "How's the wrist?"
Amalie grimaces. "Sore. It woke me up every time I moved, but it was still the best night's sleep I've had in a long time."
I hand her a couple of wrapped biscuits and slide her coffee toward her before pinning her with a searching gaze. "I know you're running from something, Amalie. It’s written all over your face." I reached across to trail my fingers over the fading bruise on her jaw.
