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But as soon as I’d seen the bartender eying her like that, my own employee, or the way the other men in the club couldn’t keep their lust-filled gazes off her… Even though she was underdressed and without make up—she was the most stunning woman in the room, and everyone knew it.
I was fucking damned if I let any other man touch her.
And so, unable to stop myself, I’d taken her to the dance floor myself. Then became totally enthralled at the easy way she gave in and let go. Couldn’t stop touching her as the music moved through us both, pulling us together like two magnets.
And then, with those words, kiss me, I’d given in to temptation.
I’d wanted to fuck her then and there, the crowd be damned.
Slamming the front door behind me, I conceded that Lux was right. I needed to have a stricter control over myself.
I needed a buffer between us, maybe bring in Callie or that best friend she kept texting. Maybe even Benson, even though he didn’t like me much.
I also needed to keep to the rules.
No touching. Not even a little bit. And definitely no kissing.
Then, at the sight of her in my living room, all my rules and self chastisement fell away.
I was going to hell.
She was sitting on the floor in a pair of my sweat pants and my baggy t-shirt.
So goddamn beautiful. And so goddamn mine.
I wanted to pin her to the floor and fuck her. Make her choke on my cock, tears steaming down her face. Tie her to the coffee table and fill her belly until it was swollen with my cum. Lick it with my tongue as it leaked out, then fuck her again until every hole in her goddamn body was full of me.
Put a ring on that finger, and put a child in her, adding to the chaos she brought to my world.
A kid?!
Godfuckingdamn it, I was losing all control.
Besides, she was too young for that kind of fucking.
Adjusting myself, I forced my feet to move, noticing the bowl of cut-up fruit and a container of yogurt in her lap. There were wet splotches on my shirt and a dirty spoon on the table, yogurt smeared under it. I held back the sigh pressing against my lungs—realizing that yes, she was creating chaos in my normally meticulously organized world.
But, she was eating healthy food. And, by the laptop next to the splotches of yogurt—‘Netherveil Environmental Science’ displayed on the screen— she’d been doing her research for school. Just as I’d asked.
She might be chaos incarnate but she was also a fucking good girl.
She was learning.
Then my eyes roamed outwards and it took me a minute to take in everything else.
She’d somehow gotten into the side drawer next to my bed. The locked one. Found my box of pictures, and had them spread out on the floor around her.
Her hair was a tangled mess, her bright blue eyes clear but red-rimmed, as if she’d been crying. I tightened my hand into a fist. What had made her cry? I needed to fix it.
“What’s this?” My voice came out harsher than I’d intended.
“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have. But I—I…” she gestured towards the pictures. “I had to know.”
“You had to know? Or you wanted to know?” I took off my coat and loosened my tie, tossing them on the sofa. Great, now I was becoming like her.
“It’s just that…I…” she struggled to find her words, and I took off my Oxford shoes and socks, stacking them neatly next to the couch before I sat on the floor across from her.
She took me in, my collar loose, my feet bare, her eyes widening, but I ignored her surprise and picked up the picture in between her legs.
