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"You love the way I behave," she gasps.
I bury my face in her cleavage, breathing her in. Trying not to fuck her against the wall even though that's exactly what I want to do. I have no restraint around her. As soon as I get my hands on her, nothing else registers. Nothing else matters. She consumes every thought in my head, turns me into a snarling, greedy beast who only wants to fuck and feast and then do it again.
Somehow, I manage to ease off before we get carried away. I press a kiss to her heart and then press my face to her throat, simply holding her. She runs her fingers through my hair, scraping her nails against my scalp.
"This is nice," she whispers after a moment.
"Shit. I'm smothering you."
"No." She tightens her legs around me, trying to keep me where I am when I go to pull back. "Don't move yet. I like when you hold me."
"Good. I like holding you."
"Yeah?" I hear the smile in her voice. "I've never been held before."
I hold her tighter, wrapping her up in the safety of my arms. She'll never be held by anyone else if I have a say. Only by me. Christ, how did she become something so precious, so vital, so quickly? I don't know, but she did. She swept into my life and stole every goddamn piece of my heart.
"Never held anyone before," I murmur against her skin.
"Really? You never dated?"
"Nope."
"Not even before…?"
"I wasn't a saint, princess," I say. "I went on a few dates, and did a few things I'm not proud of. But I was never in a relationship."
"Oh," she whispers, her nails still scraping through my hair. "For the record, I never asked for a saint, Kaiden. I'll take a sexy former stuntman any day."
I snort. "The only sexy one here is you."
"Then you need to get your eyes checked."
I shake my head, still baffled that she finds me sexy. I know what I look like, and I sure as hell don't look like the goddess in my arms. Men kill to be close to a woman like her. Women cringe when they're close to a man like me. We are not the same. But she means what she says. I don't doubt her for a minute.
"My eyesight is fine, princess." I pull back to look at her. "It wasn't damaged at all."
Her gaze flits across my face. "I want to ask about that day," she whispers, biting her bottom lip. "But I don't want to push you to talk about it."
"I'll tell you anything you want to know. I don't have any secrets from you, Laura." The time for those is long passed. Shit, I think it passed the second she drew me out of the shadows onday one. "There isn't much to it. The director tried to talk the lead actor's underage sister into a compromising relationship, and she finally confessed what was happening. He snapped when he saw the things this motherfucker was sending her." I swallow hard, forcing back memories. "Damen drove his truck through the director's trailer. He didn't know I was inside."
"Oh my god." Tears of distress well in her eyes.
"I was pinned beneath the truck when the trailer caught on fire. Once Damen realized I was in there, he waded in and dragged me out. He never intended for me to be hurt." I brush tears from beneath Laura's eyes. "No one on set blamed him. I certainly didn't."
"That's why you let everyone believe it was a stunt gone wrong," she says.
I nod. "Damen didn't deserve a prison sentence for what he did. He didn't know I was in that trailer. Hell, I'm not even convinced he thought the director was in his trailer. He was just trying to protect his sister from a fucking monster. Had it been me, I would have done the same fucking thing." Shit, had it been me, I think I would have mowed his ass down right there on set. Men like that…well, they aren't worthy of the goddamn name. They're monsters, not men.
"Oh, Kaiden." Laura throws her arms around me in a fierce hug, her shoulders shaking as she cries quietly.
"Don't cry for me, princess. It was a long time ago."
She jerks her head up, her cheeks wet with tears, her eyes hot with emotion. "I'll cry for you if I want to, Kaiden Huxley," she says, her bottom lip quivering as more tears spill down her perfect cheeks. "You're worthy of being cried over."
"Fuck," I whisper, closing my eyes as a swell of emotion chokes me. Does she even know what she's doing to me? How quickly she's becoming the center of my entire world? Shedeserves so much better than me—God knows she does—and yet…and yet I'd kill to keep her anyway.
"I want something," she whispers.
