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I step forward, blocking the door, so close I can feel his body’s heat radiating from him. I feel it burning in my chest, which should be impossible but happens anyway, scorching through me and willing me to sink hungrily into his embrace.
But if I did try to embrace him, surely he’d push me away.
He’s tall and muscular and his hair is confident iron. His lips twitch into a smirk seemingly endless, but they’re nothing like my Uncle Aaron’s smirks. These are tinged with kindness…
I think, I hope.
Or maybe I’m seeing what I want to see.
“I need your help,” I say. “I can’t go back to the estate. Uncle Aaron will… he’s never hit me before, he’s never hurt me, not physically. But I think he would if he felt like he had to. If he felt like he needed to teach me a lesson.”
Rider’s smirk drops, a dark glint coming into his eyes. “Ruby, if that motherfucker tries to hurt you, I’ll beat him within an inch of his life before I turn him over to the cops. You have my word.”
I tell myself the growling protectiveness in his voice comes from the fact he’s a cop, not from any intense feeling sizzling between us.
But as I walk into his apartment and he closes the door behind me, I can’t stop myself from wishing he wanted me as badly as I want him.
Even if it makes no freaking sense.
Chapter Four
Rider
“The proper thing to do would be to take you to the precinct,” I tell her, struggling to stop my voice from trembling as my eyes move up and down her body.
We’re sitting on my balcony, Ruby with her legs crossed, her shapely beautiful thick thighs pressed together. Everything about her is voluptuous and gorgeously curvy, stirring my mind to carnal thoughts of claiming her childbearing hips, of fucking my seed into her willing young body.
Her eyes are a light green, her hair a deep shade of oak, cascading down to her shoulders in waves now that she’s freed it from the ponytail. Her breasts are large in her plain T-shirt, bulging alluringly, and her cheeks are kissed with a soft blush.
She looks innocent and ready and mine, fucking mine most of all.
I can’t believe how hot the fire flares inside of me, a deep-rooted beastly voice roaring at me to claim her, to claim every sizzling inch of her right fucking now.
I can’t believe how deep the need goes, how quickly it’s taken root inside me.
I always thought I’d know the woman of my dreams when I saw her.
I just never expected her to be a goddamn mob princess.
“What?” she says, shaking her head. “You can’t tell anybody I’m here. Dad was very clear about that before his death. He said there are Cartel contacts in the police. And Uncle Aaron is allied with the Cartel, isn’t he?”
I nod. “I said the proper thing. But you’re right, it wouldn’t be smart. As much as it pains me to admit it, there are dirty cops on the force, the motherfuckers. I’ve sorted a few of them out myself, but some of them are sneaky, the cowards.”
She swallows her pale throat shifting. She has the sort of skin that looks as though it would turn red if I grabbed her lustfully, shading under the pressure of my need.
My cock stiffens at the thought of my handprint appearing on her ass after I grab her hard, squeezing down to elicit a shivering moan out of her.
Or her breasts blooming crimson as I palm them, sucking hard on her nipples, making them pebble for me.
I’m glad there’s a table between us because otherwise, she’d surely see how badly I need her.
My cock is so hard it feels like it could erupt.
“What do you mean sort them out?”
“Not kill them, if that’s what you’re thinking,” I say gruffly. “I’ve worked with internal affairs to clear out some of the rot. They get bad press, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve made it known that anybody who has a problem with me can make it known.”
A shy smile plays at her lips as she reaches for her soda. I imagine turning her smile from shy to confident, drawing out the sassy side of her as I explore the voluptuous landscape of her perfect innocent body.
Fuck.
I need to calm down.
I need to focus.
But it’s damn-near impossible were my woman is concerned.
Hell, I’m already thinking of her as my woman.
“That sounds like a very good thing to do,” she murmurs. “Noble, I mean.”
“Noble?” I chuckle despite myself, even if I normally try to keep myself neutral before I get to know somebody…
Hell, I’ve got a reputation for being grim with everyone who isn’t Alex Garcia, my partner for the past decade.
But something about this woman brings these new feelings out of me, the feeling that I don’t have to be such a grim bastard all the time.
