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He exudes so much raw magnetism that it's hard to focus on anything but how damn fierce he is. This man is as real as they come, completely unrefined. He's the man it takes special effects and CGI to turn actors into; only there is no green screen here. There's only him, those wicked gray eyes, and the way my entire body hums when he's close to me.
"Told you I'd be here," he growls, staring at me as if he's trying to see into my soul. The flames in his eyes heat me to thenth degree, making silent promises I desperately want him to deliver.
My stomach trembles, my insides quivering with anticipation. God, he's primal, almost like a wild animal. He's husky, towering over me in a way that's far too appealing. His black button-down stretches over his barrel chest and down the thick slab of his stomach, barely containing his bulk. His black slacks hug his powerful thighs. I fight the urge to press my legs together, wondering what it'll feel like to have him on top of me.
I've been clinging to my virginity since I came to this town, refusing to give it up for anything less than the fairytale romance I've always dreamed about. I always swore that no panty-dropping smile or Sexiest Man Alive would talk me out of giving it up. But Kaiden Huxley? Well, he didn't have to talk very fast at all.
I tear my gaze from him before I beg him to touch me right here on the front stoop. My eyes fall to the flowers still clutched in his hands. "Are those for me?"
He thrusts them toward me, petals drifting toward the cement at his feet. "Sat on the damn things in the car," he mutters. "You can throw them out."
"No way," I say. "They're beautiful, Kaiden." I bring the bouquet to my nose and inhale, humming softly as the soft scent of the orchids, peonies, dahlias, and roses swirl together. I peek at him over the top of the battered flowers, smiling in gratitude.
"You look like a princess." He scrubs a hand through his hair. "That dress is…it's something."
"Thanks. You look pretty handsome yourself." I beam at him, glad he approves. I tore my closet apart, looking for something to wear tonight. Clothes still spill across the floor like a tornado hit it. The red dress is a short, off-the-shoulder tulle dress with a short asymmetrical hem. It's bold and sexy on my curves withoutbeing too much. I paired it with a pair of ballet flats. I spend far too much of my life in heels to don them willingly.
"It's just a button-down, princess."
"Well, I like it."
The right corner of his lip lifts into a smile, crinkling the bottom edge of his scar. He should smile more. It softens him and makes him seem less like a grump. Though I'm beginning to think grumpy is his natural state.
"You should come in," I say, stepping aside for him to enter. "Dinner is ready." At least, I hope it is. I've never tried to cook for anyone else before. I spend most of my time alone. This town hasn't exactly been kind to me, either. Kaiden and I probably have more in common than he thinks.
"You cooked for me," he says.
"Yes." I look up at him through my lashes. "At least I tried. I make no promises that it's any good. I thought we could celebrate a late Thanksgiving together. But I've never made a turkey before, Kaiden. Or dressing." I grimace. "It might not be edible."
"I'm thinking I should stay right here," he mutters, not moving an inch.
"I'm just kidding. I tasted it. It's all edible," I promise. It's not the best meal I've ever tasted, but it's not the worst either. It's not half bad for a first attempt.
"If I follow you inside, the first thing I'm eating tonight is you, princess," he growls, his heated gaze rolling over me like a hot wind.
"Oh." I squeeze my legs together this time, unable to help myself. I want that. Maybe more than I should. It's pretty much all I've thought about since meeting him the other day. I've spent every night tossing and turning, dreaming about him. Not even touching myself brings any relief.
"Tell me to leave."
"No."
"Dammit, Laura. Tell me."
"Stay," I whisper, far more bravely than I feel. My heart threatens to pound right out of my chest. But I hold his gaze, refusing to back down. I'm not afraid of this man. If he thinks I'm going to run, he's wrong. I feel the heat between us. It's hot enough to send the whole city up in flames. And I like the way it burns. "I want you to stay."
"If I get my hands on you, it'll take a goddamn miracle to pry them off again," he says, his voice dripping with warning. "I won't share you. I won't let you go. I'll be a goddamn territorial son of a bitch every minute of the day."
"Maybe I don't want to be shared."
He growls my name, another dark warning that sends heat ripping through me. "I don't belong in your world, Laura. You should be running in the other direction."
I step outside, step right up against him. The heat from his body sears mine. He's like a transformer humming with electricity. It crackles in the air around him and zips through me when I press my body against his. He's rock hard, his erection a heavy bulge against my abdomen. And oh, my goodness, this man is big and unyielding everywhere. "Shut up and kiss me already, Kaiden."
I was wrong about him. I thought he was all cool self-possession and raw magnetism. He isn't. He's an unruly beast, as wild as he is massive. He launches at me like a lion snapping the chains holding him prisoner. His arms lash around me, dragging me up against his chest. His mouth crashes down on mine, his kiss hot and hungry.
I cry out in relief as his savage growl rips right through me, shaking loose every carnal desire and every wanton thought I've had about him in the last two days. He doesn't kiss me. He consumes me like a man starving for a taste of salvation. Hishands in my hair mess up my curls, sending bobby pins flying. They hit the cement at our feet with faint pings that barely register over the harsh panting of his breath and the rush of blood in my ears. The flowers fall from my slack fingers.
His tongue flicks against my lips and then tangles with mine, impatient and possessive. I kiss him back the same way, my body clenching in delight as pleasure floods through every nerve ending. I've been kissed before. Of course, I have. I'm an actress. But they were always cold, passionless kisses. They never made me ache and burn like this. My head never clouded like this. The blood in my veins didn't sing like this.
