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“Maybe I will,” she huffs, her sapphire eyes turning to glare at me.
“You go right ahead, Angel. Unfortunately for you, you wandered into my lair. And I have no intention of letting you go.”
Her skin pales to milk and she eyes me nervously. I can see the fear in her eyes and I hate that I put it there. But I won’t lie.
“Wh-what if I want to leave? What if it’s best that I leave…for your sake if not mine?”
I shrug my shoulders and cross my arms across my chest. “You can try. But I’ll bring you home. Because although I have no idea what your life was like before, I know what it’s going to be now. You’re mine. And you know it. I see it in those gorgeous blue eyes of yours. You feel it too. We’re meant to be. Fate brought you here. And whatever trouble has you running, I’ll take care of it and you. Forever.”
Harleigh
My mouth drops open and my mind jumps around like a jackrabbit running from a wolf.
“Have you lost your mind? You can’t just tell a total stranger that they belong to you!”
He smiles wickedly. “You don’t know me very well so I’ll forgive you for that comment, Angel. But let me just tell you that I knew as soon as I saw you, you’re mine. I intend to prove it to you. But one of the ways that I can do that is by taking care of whatever issues have you running. I can and will take care of them. It’s kind of what I do.”
My jaw clicks shut and I turn away from the steamy look in his emerald eyes. It makes an answering pulse pound in my lower body. Damn! I want this guy really bad and I don’t know if I can stay here without wanting to jump his gorgeous, muscular body. With his arms crossed, the rounded curve of his biceps draws my greedy eyes. His arms, where the sleeves are pushed up, are bulging with long sinew and straining muscles and veins. I can smell his scent near me and it has my pussy throbbing. I’ve never reacted like this to any man and it scares the hell out of me that I don’t know this guy and yet my own body betrays me every time he’s near.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I flinch, almost knocking the bowl of half-eaten soup onto the floor as his big hand reaches out and cups my jaw. I push a low, strangled moan down into my chest.
His deep green eyes hypnotize me as they study me harshly. “Don’t lie to me, Angel. I know you’re out here because you’re running from something. Judging by how you’re reacting, it’s something bad. You don’t want me to get involved with it because you think I’ll get hurt and you want to handle it by yourself. I call bullshit on that, sweetheart. You hit the lottery when you landed on my doorstep. I’m very,verygood at handling shit like this. It’s been my job for a long time. Until recently, anyway. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that if you tell me, I can fix it. I will fix it. And if there’s bodies to hide….” A cruel smile tilts his cold lips. “Suffice it to say, I’m damn good at making things disappear. Troublesome things. Dangerous things. Because as dangerous as they are, I’m more dangerous.”
My face pales again. I swear to god, if I didn’t know this man wanted to help me, I’d be terrified. As a matter of fact, I still am terrified. His hard mouth and cold eyes locked on me have a shiver dancing along my arms and I rub them unconsciously. Slowly.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re kinda scary?” I murmur under my breath.
A grim smile is my only answer. I have a feeling some people who’ve come face to face with that chilling look didn’t get much time to be terrified. That pretty soon they didn’t care anymore. Because they didn’t exist anymore.
“Mister…” I start and then slam my lips shut when he holds a tanned hand up.
“My name is Bennet. I want you to say my name.” The challenge in his jewel eyes has me swallowing roughly. That thrum of arousal in my belly becoming an all-out assault.
“Bennet, I don’t think you realize what or who I’m running from.” It’s as much of an admission as I’m willing to give. At least until his hands wrap around me and I squeak when he picks me up easily, transferring me to his lap.
“What the hell?” I glare at him, outraged.
“I want the truth. So I’ll keep you here until you tell me the truth.” I can feel a thick bulge in his jeans poking at my ass and I draw in a sharp breath, shocked at how much I really like it. His breath puffs along the curve of my ear, my shiver making him smile. “Keep in mind that I’m getting ideas like this and the longer you stay here, the more I’m gonna want to cross all those little boundaries you’ve got up like a flashing neon sign.”
Fighting it for one second, I finally let out a shuddering, sobbing breath and then say it as fast as I can. “I saw a murder and they chased me. I was with someone and he…well I don’t know what happened to him. He was dead drunk where I dropped him.”
“Who were you with, Angel? You don’t already have a man do you? I don’t see a ring.”
“Lots of married people don’t wear rings,” I huff out, confused at all the feelings rippling through my body. Desire, lust and need. Passion. It’s cascading along my nerve endings like a little stream of overwhelming lust.
His big hand wraps up in my hair, tugging my head back. His eyes are filled with furious want. Frustrated desire. “Tell me that I don’t have to kill a husband or boyfriend, little angel. Tell me that you’re not engaged or married.”
My mouth opens and I whisper. “No. I’m not married. He was a blind date that one of my friends set me up with. We work in the same insurance office.”
Satisfaction burns in his eyes and he grins. “Good.” His lips crash down on mine and I gasp, stunned at the flash fire of desire that quickly coils in my belly, spreading out to every inch of my skin.
He lifts his head and his thumb gently traces my lips. The insane urge to lick his finger and draw it into my mouth flashes in my mind before I tamp it down.
“I told you. I’ve got you, angel. Don’t worry about a thing. You just tell me what happened and how things went down and I’ll take care of the rest.”
The possessive flame in his eyes is tempered by an iron resolve that tells me that he will make sure that the killers get their justice.
I feel safe for the first time in what feels like forever. But there’s also a tiny little niggling unease skittering along my spine. If he’s as good at what he does as he seems to think, am I really safe with him?
