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His firm lips tilt up and his gemstone eyes sparkle. “I bet. But right now, I don’t think I would curse it if I were you.”
“Why?” I turn at the door, curious.
“Because whatever you’re running from isn’t likely to show up until the roads clear up.”
Gasping, I duck behind the door and slam it shut. Dropping the clothes on the floor, I stare in the bare mirror hanging on the wall. I look like I’ve been dragged through some bushes and then pulled behind a car. My bare skin is covered with scratches and bruises.
Tears spring to my eyes. “You didn’t fool him at all,” I whisper. I should find a way out of this cabin and try to figure out how the hell to make this right so that I can go home.
But right now, I just have to hope that my reluctant host doesn’t throw my lying ass right back out in that snow. Right now, I need this. Need a break and need to feel safe, if only for a damn minute.
My big, burly host with the sexy bedroom eyes has me backed into a corner and I have a feeling sooner rather than later I’m going to have to tell him the truth and hope that he has an idea how to help me.
I’m in trouble and if there’s anything that can keep me safe, I have a feeling it’s the big man outside in the great room. Of course, I don’t think I’m safe from him. He’s more dangerous than the killers that I know must be looking for me.
“You just need to keep him from finding out what’s going on for a day or so.” Then I can hopefully make it back home without getting lost in the mountains or disappearing in a sea of humanity that’s clueless what I’m running from.
Bennet
I knew it. Knew as soon as I found the little angel wandering in the snow that she was in trouble. She definitely doesn’t have a poker face. As soon as I poked at her defenses, she ran and hid.
I stalk over to the kitchen and fix up some food for her, grumbling under my breath. I’m not sure what trouble she’s in but I’m damn sure gonna find out and fix it. If there’s one thing in this world I know how to do, It’s neutralize a threat. I don’t usually have to help an innocent victim but there’s no way that sweet woman could be anything but innocent.
Her bright blue eyes draw me in like the cold mountain pools hidden in the towering peaks around me. Fathomless, pure and so damn tempting. I could happily drown myself in her soft gaze.
And I will. Just not today. Soon though. I mean to make that woman mine if it’s the last thing I do. And I can see in her eyes and the frisson of awareness that thrums like an excess of energy building between us like lightning about to strike. She feels it too. Before she ducked her tangled blond hair, I saw that quick flash of awareness. She can’t hide it from me. She wants me. I want her. Nothing’s between us except whatever she’s running from.
I move back across the room until I’m stationed right outside the bathroom. I’m drawn to be as close as possible to her. I need to feel her near me. Need to hear her moving around in the closed room. I lean against the wall and it’s almost like I can feel her.
The water starts running in the shower and my breath quickens until I’m panting, straining to keep from busting into the room and ramming my aching dick deep inside of her, where it belongs.
My hand drifts down like it’s got a mind of its own and cups my cock where it strains against the zipper of my jeans. I groan and my forehead leans against the door, my eyes closed, ears straining for every tiny little sound she makes. I swear to heaven, I can hear her soft groan when the water hits her body and my mind pictures the water sluicing down her plush curves. Trailing down her glistening skin to pool in the haven between her thighs. Dewy-soft curls darken where the water hits. My dick hardens further until it’s so damn stiff that it feels like I’ve got a zipper imprint all along the rigid length of my shaft.
I want nothing more than to rip my zipper down, pull my steely rod out and yank it until I come. But more than anything I want to hold all of it in and save it. Because as far as I’m concerned, it all belongs to her. Every last bit of my seed is waiting for her. I want to breed her. Want to see her big and round with my babies and then fuck her some more until she knows exactly who she belongs to and always will.
I hear the water shut off and pull away from the door with a harsh groan.
By the time she comes out of the bathroom, I’ve managed to gain some semblance of control but it’s hard. Literally. I had to pull my shirt out and cover my dick because there’s no way in hell she wouldn’t be able to see the bulge.
I nod my head to the table, trying not to let my eyes wander down her body. It’s hidden behind my own clothes and that has my urges riding me like spurs to a bull. I can smell my own body wash on her. My clothes are on her, the fabric clinging to the curves that the clothes can’t quite hide. My scent is clinging to her and it’s like a switch has been flipped. I knew she was mine. It’s riding me like crazy but now my possessive urges are out of control.
My hands clench and I follow behind her, my eyes drawn to the gentle sway of her full hips under my clothes. She sits at the little table and I can’t make myself move away. Instead I sit right beside her, almost smiling when she shoots me a nervous look. I could sit across from her. Could give her that little bit of space but hell with it! I don’t want to and I’m giving myself permission to claim her every damn way I can. Even if that is just sitting as close to her as possible.
“So what are you doing all the way out here, Angel.”
She keeps eating the soup and refuses to look at me which just makes me want to grab her chin and force her to. I want to see her eyes.
She clears her throat and then mumbles, “I think I said my name is Harleigh. You don’t need to keep calling me that.”
“What if I want to call you that? Because you look like an angel to me.”
Her sapphire eyes whip towards me and her mouth falls open. “I don’t think that’s an appropriate response at all!”
I chuckle and she flushes. “That might be true, Angel. But I don’t think that what I’m thinking is appropriate either.”
“Wow! You don’t have any boundaries, do you?” Her head turns away from me and the soft, damn strands of her darkened blond hair slide across her slim shoulders.
“Normally, I have a ton of them. But with you? Nope. If I told you what I’m thinking right now, you’d run right back out in that storm.”
