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“Fuck. Yes. That’s perfect. Yes,” he rumbled, his body jerking as he erupted.
I swallowed several times, the taste of his cum so sweet. With my mouth full, several beads trickled down my chin, dropping one by one onto his stomach. When he was finished convulsing, I slowly pulled away, taking my time to lick every drop of sweet cream while enjoying his exaggerated breaths.
When I was finished, he wrapped his hand around my hair, guiding me onto my back. As he rolled me over onto my side away from him, wrapping one arm and a leg over me, I’d never felt so satisfied or protected in my life. He stroked my arm, lighting brushing the tips of his fingers up and down. We remained quiet, our breathing finally returning to normal.
After several minutes, he kissed my shoulder. “So, sunshine, you were saying?”
“Mmm… Do you miss the Army?”
He hesitated before answering me. “Only sometimes. Why are you so interested?”
“Because it changed you, as I imagine it would anyone in your position.” I chewed on my lower lip, my heart racing. “Why were you discharged?” As soon as I asked the question, I bit back a moan. I’d just done the worst thing imaginable. I’d admitted to snooping. Shit.
That very moment he tensed, immediately pulling away. Then I felt the weight on the bed change. Within two seconds he’d jumped to his feet, taking long strides toward his bag, jerking it into his hand.
I rolled over, shifting to a sitting position and grabbing the sheet.
Snarling, he turned around, yanking the duffle in front of him. The look on his face was terrifying, so full of anger I wasn’t certain what he was going to do.
“You went through my things.” The words weren’t a question but a statement, daring me to deny what I’d done.
I opened my mouth three times before I found a way to answer. “I didn’t mean to.”
“You didn’t mean to? The bag just happened to fall into your lap, Harlow? You’ve been snooping into my things since the day we met. What the fuck are you trying to find out? Huh? If I’m a killer? The answer is yes. If I’m a bad man? I already told you that before, several times in fact. Did I receive a dishonorable discharge, something that fucking haunts me every goddamn day? You fucking bet I did.” He walked closer, slamming the bag on to the floor next to me with enough force I jumped.
“I wasn’t insinuating—”
“Of course you were. You need to delve into everyone’s life but your own. I don’t know what really happened with the boss you never talk about, but whatever it is, that’s what you should concentrate on. Not my fucking life. Get it through your pretty head I’m not a fucking lab rat.” He yanked his jeans off the floor, struggling into them.
“Wait. I can explain.”
“Bullshit and you know it.” As soon as he fastened his pants, he threw open the door, storming out of the room.
Oh, God. What had I just done?
I’d destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I threw myself onto the bed, so angry with myself I couldn’t think. After staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, the little nagging voice inside of me reminded me that I was a fighter. I really cared about Savage, about Hunt Masters, and I refused to give him an excuse to shut down.
I scrambled out of bed, yanking on my dress, laughing because my panties had already been tossed into the garbage. Then I moved through the house, my nerves on edge as I tried to find him.
Finally, I noticed his proud form outside, standing by the pool, staring out at the water. I took several deep breaths before opening the door, padding toward him as quietly as possible. The man was explosive, wound so tightly I wasn’t certain what he was capable of and I hated that. There was no doubt he was a very good man, although he didn’t want anyone to tell him that. Why? For fear of having to act like a decent human being?
A killer? In battle, yes, but there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he’d ever killed anyone just because he wanted to. I rubbed my forehead, the throbbing pain behind my eyes enough to make me nauseous. I always managed to fuck up everything.
He bristled as soon as I was close, but thankfully he didn’t move. I inched even closer, hating the fact my legs were trembling. I reached out once but thought better of it, fisting my hand and looking away.
“I was wrong. I just wanted to learn more about you. I know I should have asked.”
“You got that right, lady,” he huffed.
“But you wouldn’t have told me. Right?”
Looking away, he snorted a few seconds later. “Nope. My business.”
“But when you care for someone or are involved in a relationship, you tell them intimate details. That’s how… That’s how it goes.” I was a fool to use the word relationship. What the hell was wrong with me? I was seriously jumping the gun, although after this, I doubted I’d need to worry about it anyway. He would never trust me again.
“This ain’t no intimate detail, Harlow. This is about my life.”
