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“How about I make you a deal? I won't have the gun on me when we're here, but when we go out, it comes with us.” This was as good a compromise as I could make.
“Fine.”
That had been too easy, and I didn't like her tone. “What do you mean, fine?”
“That it's fine.” She shrugged indifferently over a subject that only seconds ago had been important.
I studied her for a moment, but it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. I knew for certain the issue wasn'tfine, and the mood had taken a definite turn for the worse.
“You are sexy as hell when you're pissed off, but I don't like you being upset with me,” I said.
“Then don't do things to make me mad,” she returned defiantly, chin jutting upward.
“What about things to make you scream?” I asked.
“We're getting close to that, but it's not the kind of screaming you want.” Though she was serious, that made me smile, which only pissed her off more. “Are we fucking? Or are you leaving?” That was a play out of my own book, and I didn't like being on the receiving end.
“Fucking.”
I pushed her back on the bed, not gently but not hard enough to alarm her. She landed on the mattress with a surprised squeak. Up on her elbows, tits out, pussy glistening . . . I couldn't do anything but stare.
I swallowed. Her skin was flushed and glowing in the dim light. Some of her irritation drained. I gazed up and down her body. The gold cross necklace rested on her throat. It never seemed to come off. She had a few scars of her own, ones she'd gotten from childbearing, and I loved that. I'd seen all kinds of women. None of them came close to Holly. She was one of a kind. Important to me.
I backed toward the door, and worry lines creased her eyes. “I'm not leaving you for a second.” I only had a few hours. I wasn't wasting any time.
I pushed a few buttons on the keypad by her bedroom door until “Turn Into the Noise” by Patrick Watson played on the built-in stereo system.
I stalked across the room, shedding my charcoal gray briefs when I was beside the bed. Her eyes rounded when they took in my cock.
“That was inside me?”
“It's about to be again.” I rifled in my pants pocket and took out a condom. “You can thank my sister for these.”
I bent over her. Her blonde hair fanned out, and she looked perfect. I crawled on top of her. Holly didn’t seem as irritated. This was light-years from where we’d been a few minutes ago.
“Don't be angry with me.” I brushed her lips with mine before inching up her jaw.
“You keep telling me that, and it won't always work.”
I sucked gently on her neck and nudged my erection against her clit. Her hips lifted off the bed. “How about now?”
“Only a little,” she said in short pants.
“I can work with that.” I kissed her temple, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose until I was back at her mouth.
“I might be mad again afterward.” The warning died on her lips as I covered them with my own. I figured that and wasn’t ignoring it, but I’d make her see the sense of it all. She was mine. I was her protector. She’d get it.
Kissing her . . . damn, the things it did to me. One taste of her, and my dick was as hard as it had been before the gun meltdown. Not too bad of a recovery time for a man my age.
To think I'd only known her a little over a week. She had changed my soul. Except I’d tortured and killed a man only a few days ago.
I shoved that aside, compartmentalizing it with all the other shit I'd done. I stretched her arms above her head, pinning her wrists to the mattress with one hand. Excitement flashed in her eyes, and I slid my cock through her silky folds without entering her.
“Today, I do what I please with you, Beauty, but I want you to think about the things you'd like to try. Whatever you want, I'll give you. And don't hold back because you've already shown me how adventurous you can be,” I said, hovering above her, loving that she was in my grasp with no way to escape.
“A threesome?” she suggested tartly, and I growled.
“Another man will never touch you, and I don't think you'd like another woman getting some of my attention, even if you got some of hers.” It was her turn to growl, the look in her eyes downright possessive. Jealousy worked for her.
