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Her shoulders relaxed. “You’re serious?”
“No, I’m telling you this just for shits and giggles.” He nodded. “Yeah, I’m serious. I can’t let any more women die.”
She wanted to run to his side, throw her arms around him and tell him he wouldn’t regret it, but she didn’t think that would go well, so she settled for plain and simple. “Good for you.”
He pointed at her. “Listen. I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for those girls.”
She sighed. “Can you stop hating me for just one minute?”
He turned away.
When he didn’t respond, she stood and marched toward him. “I never wanted to lie, Jace. I’m not a liar.”
He faced her again and his jaw clenched into a sharp angle. “No? Because it sure seems to me like you lied.”
“I made a mistake, Jace. You held a gun to my head when we first met, and you expect me to think you wouldn’t have killed me, hell, at least threatened me, if you’d known?” She dropped her hands to her sides. How could he not understand her reasoning?
He growled as if she’d insulted his manhood. “I don’t kill women.”
“Yeah, well I’m not a normal woman. I’m a wolf shifter, and you hunt women like me. Remember?”
He stepped forward, towering over her. If she’d been a weaker woman, she might have been intimidated, but the tenderness with which he touched her face stilled her. “I’ve never hurt a woman.” He stepped away from her and moved to the other side of the room. He pulled aside the ugly flowered curtains and stared into the dark street. “And I’d never hurt you.”
Frustration gripped her. How could she make him understand? “I know that now. How was I supposed to know that then?”
He closed the curtain. “You didn’t seem to think I’d hurt you when you were lying in my bed.”
Her breath caught. She bit her lower lip and swallowed down her hurt. She wouldn’t let him see her hurt. “I amnota whore.”
“I never said you were.”
“You implied it.”
He shook his head as he walked back toward her. “I’dneversay that.”
She covered her face with her hand and sighed. They couldn’t keep doing this, pushing one another away, treating each other like enemies when in truth they were something more.
They had been since the moment they’d decided to sleep together. Hell, maybe even before. If she’d learned anything from this, it was that for once, she needed to be real with him. Admit the truth. Trust her instincts. As difficult as that may be.
She’d known that from the moment she’d seen the hurt in his eyes, his pain at her admission she was packmaster. One of them had to take the first step.
Why not her?
Be brave, Frankie.Internally, she encouraged herself.
Why was it so hard to be real with him?
Perhaps it was because she was so used to hiding the real her with every man who’d came before, and even with her packmates. But Jace had seen through her from the start, hadn’t he? Recognized the vulnerability that lay beneath her hardened exterior.
What would it hurt to show him that one time more?
She sighed. “Look, I know it was just one night for you, but for me.” She struggled to breathe. “For me it was more.”
Jace stared at her for a beat, and for a moment Frankie thought she might have been wrong in thinking he felt the same, but then a fast flash of relief crossed his face, before suddenly, he was on her. Her back hit the wall so hard all the air rushed out of her lungs, but she didn’t care. Not now that she was in his arms. She gasped as he hoisted her ass up once again, pulling her legs around his hips. He ground his cock into her until she bucked against him. A wave of heat radiated through her core. Massaging his fingers against her spine, he cradled her. Pleasure coursed through her, hot and wanting, and she leaned into him.
Pent-up frustration radiated from him, yet his touch relaxed her. He tucked his head between her neck and shoulder. Inhaling her scent, he let out a low growl, before he slowly he ran the length of his tongue over her earlobe. “Fuck, it was more to me too.”
Frankie couldn’t form words.
