Giggling with my hand over my mouth, I led him by the hand up the stairs, and threw open the door with a flourish. It was like my history was painted on the walls of that room. All my childish hopes and dreams lay faded.
“Well this is me.” Stepping back, I held my breath as he passed me, his hand trailing across my stomach. I waited, holding my breath as he turned in a slow circle. A line appeared between his brows as he frowned.
“This is...your bedroom?” Idly, he plucked at the pink and cream comforter on my bed, and his nose wrinkled as dust plumed up and filled the air.
“It's probably not been cleaned while I’ve been gone.” Frantically, I smoothed it back down. The embarrassment that had tinted my cheeks pink flamed scarlet. “I'll do it now and…”
He caught me easily. “No, you won't Briella, you need to rest and...” He scanned the room again. “Baby, you're not staying here.”
“I don't have a choice.” Wearily, I sat on the edge of the bed. “Not for the time being anyway.”
The mattress dipped as he sat next to me. “Leave that to me. I have somewhere you can stay. It's not great but it's better than this dump and …”
“Tommy, I won't take charity.”
“It's not charity, Briella. The place I'm thinking about is my home. I just don’t stay there, but I have a service to go in and clean it twice a week, you can stay there.” His eyes found mine. “And before you say this is charity, it isn't. I'm going to charge you rent. But honestly you being there will help me save money in the long run.” Running his fingers down my cheek, he smiled. “I won’t need to employ someone to clean if you are there, plus I get rent and a beautiful woman exactly where I want her. It seems like I'm getting a good deal.”
I stared at him for a second, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to decide how I should answer. It seemed too good to be true. But it was perfect.
And I did want to get away from the hellhole that had been my home. I had no doubt that Acco would be able to find me there. Hiding away in Tommy's apartment might just be perfect. Plus I would get to see him whenever I wanted. Without my father’s interference.
“What do you say? '' He smiled knowingly. He already knew my answer.
“Ok.”
“Good, go and wash up and change and let me make some calls. Then I can help you pack.”
“Pack?” Just how quickly was he planning on moving me? Suddenly this was happening too soon. For all I knew, Tommy had planned this from the start.
“Well yeah, you're going to need some help.” His eyes crinkled in the edges. “So, we should definitely do some packing after we make out.”
* * *
He had strippedmy bed down to the sheet and was laying in the middle of it when I got back from the bathroom. And I couldn't help but grin at the sight of him there.
It was like all my teenage wishes had come true. A hot boy just chilling on my bed, waiting for me with a smile.
My heart skipped a literal beat seeing him there before thudding back to life. Beating way too fast when he cracked open an eye and reached out a hand for me. The room was small, and it only took me two tiny steps before I could take it.
Tommy tugged me forward so I tumbled squealing into his wide chest. Instantly his arms went about me.
“You look nice,” he murmured, his face buried in my hair, “but too covered up.” Sliding one hand up the back of my tee, he trailed his fingers up my spine, sending fresh shockwaves through me.
It had been a very long time since I’d had a boy in my room, and the one time I had it hadn't gone so well.
I shook the memory away.
There was no time to dwell on the past, not my nightmare childhood. Not what had happened to me at the hands of Acco, who I knew wasn't human but had no idea what he was still. Now was the time to think about the here and now.
Namely the hot as shit biker in my bed, who looked at me like I was his entire world.
Without thinking, I straddled him. Bringing my face down to his, I initiated a kiss that was meant to be sweet and tender but soon blossomed into something fierce.
The tee I was wearing over my jeans was pushed up my body and his hands were suddenly everywhere. There wasn't an inch of me that his hands didn't explore. The heat from his fingers set me alight until it felt like I was burning from the inside out.
Was this what they meant when they said hot for him? Because I totally got it now.
I was hot for him.
