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He reaches up and grabs my chin when I don’t respond. “You’re safe with me,” he rasps deeply. “I will kill anyone that dares harm a strand on your head. Trust me, pixie.”
His voice and those piercing eyes leave no room for doubt, so I nod, biting back the need to lean down and kiss him.
Christ, when he says things like that, he threatens to turn the hero worship I’ve always carried for him into something more.
Something deeper and all consuming.
Chapter Four
Gunner
Something is wrong with me.
I must be sick in the head to be thinking about my former trainer’s daughter this way. Her father would sucker punch me if he caught half the thoughts that are running through my mind.
Heck, the evidence is written all over me.
I have been aching for hours. Kneeling before her as I cleaned up the little cuts on her feet provided me with the perfect view of her panties, and it’s a wonder I even completed the job at all with how shot my system was. I thought that was the hardest thing I would have to do today, but when she asked me to stay with her as she slept, I knew getting through the night with her was going to be a bigger challenge than any fight I have ever been in.
And I was right. This girl wrecks me.
Mila wrecks me with her fragile innocence that allows her to say what’s on her mind without filter, and a part of me is pleased that the world hasn’t stolen that from her. My gorgeous pixie destroys me with her raw beauty and sexy body. Even now, lying in my bed with her dark hair spread on my pillow, she’s quite easily the most beautiful woman I have ever met.
And she makes me burn with need for her.
Fuck!
I want to leave this room and go jerk off someplace I won’t disturb her peace, but she made me promise to stay by her side as it was the only way she could truly rest, and I selfishly agreed. I’ve been seated next to her on the bed for hours, watching her and resisting the urge to slip my hand into my pants and stroke myself to the view of her pert little nipples, her slightly parted lips . . .
Do it, she won’t know!
Fuck, what kind of a sick bastard would that make me? I can’t possibly be thinking about masturbating next to this sweet, bright little ray of sunshine that has entrusted herself to me, right? That would be beyond sick.
I place the heel of my hand against my erection and press down, but there is no helping it because despite her sweet innocent face, Mila’s body is made for sin.
Her puckered nipples pressing against the fabric of my borrowed t-shirt and the soft velvety skin of her sleek neck send my heart racing in my chest and my swollen cock pushing hard behind my zipper. Fuck, my dick is already leaking, and every second I stay here is a test of my control.
I push up from the bed and start pacing the room in an attempt to get my erection under control or, at the very least, my pounding heart, but it only seems to make it worse. Mila makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. If ever.
I lost interest in people, not just women, a long time ago. After spending so much of my life in the ring with people yelling my name and clamoring for my attention, I got sick of it all.
The spotlight, the noise, and even the sport itself.
After retirement, I sought solitude, limiting my movements between home, the grocery store, and the gym. I never thoughtI would want to create room for someone else in my life, but Mila . . . she’s been here less than a day, but I already want to rearrange my life to fit her into it.
This little five-foot-two pixie threatens to turn my life and everything I thought I wanted upside down. I don’t just want Mila, I need her—crave her. And tonight, I’m like a starved animal presented with a buffet that’s just out of reach. My innocent little houseguest has no idea of the dangers that lurk beneath my surface. I need to leave this room before I do something stupid.
“Gunner?”
My head whips around so fast I almost get whiplash.
“I’m here,” I choke out, walking back to her side and settling on the bed, ignoring the tent in my pants as I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face. “Did I wake you?”
“Yeah,” she whispers groggily, her chocolate eyes peering up at me curiously. “I felt you get up. I thought you were leaving.”
“No,” I say, even as an overwhelming guilt settles in. I did promise to stay with her, but how can I and resist the urge to run my hands all over her sexy little body? I settle for rubbing the back of my hand over her soft cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You can go back to sleep.”
“You look like you need rest too,” she says, blinking innocently at me and undoing me further. “You can share the bed with me, I don’t mind. Well, to be fair, it’s your bed and you were kind enough to let me have it, so it’s only right that we use it together.”
