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The battle to restrain himself from touching her right now was almost lost. He could almost feel the hot, slick juices coating his fingers, easing his way inside her.
"You know
this really isn't as bad as you're making it out to be," she finally spoke, her tone precise, stilted. "You act as though I've ripped your heart from your chest."
That was a fairly accurate summary. She was terrifying him with her courage and her refusal to allow him to protect her.
"This is something we need to discuss at the house," he gritted out between clenched teeth. "Just let it go for now, Mikayla."
Pulling over on the side of the interstate to fuck her silly wasn't an acceptable option. But if she kept pushing him, then it was going to be the only option. The need to touch her, to take her, to feel her safe and alive, wrapped around him, was making him desperate. Desperate to possess her, to feel her kiss, to feel the silk of her flesh beneath his hands.
What the hell was he allowing to happen to himself? Nik wondered as he took the Williamsport exit and quickly took the turn to Mikayla's house. Within minutes he was pulling into the drive and shutting the vehicle off. From the corner of his eye he watched as Mikayla picked up her purse and leather briefcase from the floor. He moved from the vehicle and strode to the passenger side to 137
help her out. Once again, he noticed those damned high-heeled shoes that cupped her petite feet and lifted her a good four inches higher, placing her almost beneath his chin. She had to be the tiniest woman he had ever had his hands on. Setting her carefully on the ground, he moved ahead of her as he drew the Glock from the holster at his back and held it carefully at his thigh.
Mikayla remained quiet, and it wasn't a contented quiet. He swore he could hear her fuming without her saying a word. Fuming and aroused. The arousal still glittered in her eyes; that kiss in the parking lot of the cafe had been enough to fire them both up. Unlocking the door, Nik stepped into the house carefully and checked it thoroughly as Mikayla waited in the foyer. He needed the time to get a handle on his hunger as well as his emotions.
The harder he tried to stay away from her, the more the hunger for her built. The reckless courage she displayed, along with her impeccable manners and ladylike gentility, was a combination he couldn't seem to resist.
It was tearing him apart. She wanted more from him than he could give. She wanted to be a part of her own protection, of her own life, and the thought of that terrified him. She terrified him in ways he couldn't explain. She had the power to destroy him.
And destruction wasn't a future he was looking forward to again. He had hoped that the walk through the house would give him a chance to get his arousal, his need for her, under control. It wasn't helping, though. He swore his hands were almost shaking with the need to touch her; his cock was ready to burst from his pants.
Jaw clenched, he moved from the bedroom and back into the living room, where she waited.
She stood where he had left her by the closed door. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed beneath her breasts, she was clearly waiting with forced patience.
"Everything okay?" Her brows lifted as she tucked a heavy strand of hair behind her ear.
She had worn her hair loose today. It flowed down her back like heavy silk, tempting his hands with the remembered feel of it.
"It's clear," he told her as he moved toward her, knowing he was losing the battle to hold on to the restraint he needed. He was losing it all.
His hands were going to the snap and zipper of his leather pants as her eyes widened, darkening, her pink lips parting.
"Nik."
"Don't." He was in front of her, his fingers lying against her lips as he drew in a hard, deep breath. "For God's sake, Mikayla, leave me my sanity." He didn't want to argue with her. He didn't want to feel her anger any longer. He wanted to feel her body against his, heated and warm. Her kiss beneath his lips. Her hands holding him to her.
"Why should I?" she whispered against his fingers. "You don't leave me any, Nik."
And he was going to make certain neither of them was going to have any sanity left.
As he lifted her against him, his lips descended on hers, the heated satin meeting 138
his lips as her lips parted for him. Her hands held her to him by spearing into his hair as her arms wrapped around his neck.
She was like a flame in his arms. A flame he wanted to never see extinguished. Lifting her from her feet, he placed her on the back of the chair that sat facing the room, its back to the foyer. It was an interesting arrangement and one that worked perfectly for his impatience.
Impatience. Hunger. God, what was she doing to him? She intoxicated him. She tore aside any civility he might have imagined he possessed and left him as primal as any male animal could be.
So primal that nothing mattered but having her, touching her, tasting her. Pushing that skirt to her thighs as he tore his lips from hers and went to his knees in front of her.
Just a taste of her.
"I'm going to fall," she warned him, her voice trembling as he pushed her thighs apart and tore her panties from her.
Not that there was much to the panties. Damn her, that had to be the thinnest silk he'd ever touched.
