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And yet his eyes were burning.
Desire was a potent perfume in the air that he reeked of. His hands opened and closed in a desperate attempt to tame his self-control, to resist touching me. Which was a bitter pill to swallow when all I wanted was for him to reach out and drown me with his touches.
Slowly his eyes looked down to my naked parted thighs, and I blushed, squeezing my legs together. The raw hunger in that look alone causing me to squirm.
“Did that help you to forget?” He asked, his voice ruff and I glance at him, my eyes full of confusion,
“Did that help you to forget your pain?” He asks again, his eyes tracing the bruises along my jaw and wrist before settling on my bruised, plum-stained eyes. Slowly I realized he was talking about my injuries and it hit me like a brick to the forehead when I realized I hadn’t thought about them, or the pain, the moment his mouth was on mine.
Was that what he was trying to do? Make me forget about my pain?
Holding his gaze I nod. The movement hesitant and grateful at the same time. His shoulders sag like a great weight has been lifted off of him and I wonder briefly if some of the guilt I saw in him earlier was finally leaving him too. For what he was guilty of I couldn’t be sure. It wasn’t like he was the one who had attacked me. The bruises on my body were no fault of his and yet his body language clearly said he disagreed.
“Good.” He states, adjusting the large bulge in his jeans. He looks at me again and I notice his walls were back up, the vulnerability that had been there only a moment ago tucked away behind a velvet curtain.
“I will post men outside your apartment and assign you to a driver to take you wherever you need to go.” I jerk back like I’d been slapped.
“What are you talking about?” I ask the shock evident in my voice. He was constantly doing a one-eighty in his conversations, and I could barely keep up without my head spinning.
“Your deal. I accept.” His words pierce my heart and I think I forget how to breathe.
“You will have men at your disposal for as long as you wish. Watching your apartment. Stationed outside your door. Accompanying you to your little ballet lessons. Taking you to the art store or whatever it is little Blondies like you do to occupy your time.” He concludes, his words drifting off into the space between us.
Head spinning, I turn to him, acutely aware of the fact that my sex is still bare before him, my panties and shorts spread haphazardly around the room,
“Does this mean I have to give you your journal?” The words fill me with dread and suddenly I desperately (beyond reason I can control, trust me) do not want to return the journal. And what scares me is that it is not at all for the reasons I had before. If I gave him back the journal it would be over. The game. The lies. The back and forth. It would be over and he would have won. Having no need of me now that he had what he wanted all along.
And I realize with growing horror that I do not want it to be over.
I really am a fool.
Kaleb glances at me, his eyes absorbing my half-dressed state, a shadow of a smile teasing his mouth before standing up,
“While I’m enjoying this freshly fucked look, and trust me I am,” he says gesturing towards my blushing cheeks, “You should really take a shower. Clean up a bit.” He leans over me, his nose brushing against mine,
“You smell like a freshly fucked flower.” His eyes glance at my mouth, and I subconsciously suck on my lower lip, watching as his eyes flare at the movement.
Not bothering to step away he licks his fingers, one by one, pulling them into his mouth and tasting me on his tongue like I was his favorite flavor of ice cream. The sight was vulgar, dirty, and completely wrong, and yet I felt my whole body blushing, my lips parting in one part shock, two parts insanity.
That was, that was hot.
“My favorite flavor.” He whispers before winking and I scowl at the smug look taking up real estate on his face. His strong arms help me to my feet and I wince, the ache still annoyingly fresh in my side.
Catching the movement Kalebs eyes narrow, his hands tightening their grip on my upper arms,
“Run along now before you run out of hot water.” He demands and I raise a brow at his tone, “This crappy building has hot water right?” He asks, his eyes watching my every movement as I reach down to grab my underwear and shorts from the ground.
“Believe it or not we actually do have basic amenities.” I snap.
Kaleb laughs again and I ignore the way my heart is getting used to the unexpected sound.
Chapter 12
Rose
He was breaking me.
I was letting him get too close.
