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“Women can sense when men are creeps,” I said carefully. “Me more than most. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to pay extra special attention to everything that was going on around me. People think that because I’m different, I must be slow. I’m not. And I’ve had my share of dealing with people that thought that way.”
His hands clenched, and I saw his eyes narrow. “You ever have another problem like that, let me know.”
His words. His palpable anger at the thought of me hurt. The absolute assurance that I’d never be hurt again, that promise in his eyes, was enough for me to make my decision.
“Would you mind coming to my end of the clinic?” I asked. “I want to get your input on something.”
He stepped down from the ladder, and I hurried to get in front of him.
After passing by all the men that were working in every single room, I finally got to mine that was the most finished. Which, thankfully, was empty of men.
The moment I was inside, I tossed the check for Diana on the floor, whipped my shirt off, and practically threw myself at the man that came through the door.
Etienne caught me, stepped back into the hallway, but was just as immediately back inside the room with the door closed.
His arms were wrapped solidly around me, and before I could tell him what I wanted, he took matters into his own hands.
With two large, practically running steps, he had my ass on the sawhorse across the room, and he was slamming his mouth down onto mine.
“Etienne,” I gasped when he let me up for air. “I want to have sex.”
He chuckled.
That chuckle sent shivers down my spine.
Without him saying a word, I knew exactly what he was thinking.
I also knew, without a doubt, that we would be having sex in this room, and every one of his men would hear me.
I didn’t care. Not one single bit.
I hoped everyone did hear. I hoped everyone clapped when we got out of this room.
“Are you sure?” he panted, his hands clenched so hard on my hips that they stung.
I laughed. Directly in his face.
“You made me sure the moment you got worried that I thought you were a bad guy,” I insisted.
He snorted. “My misery makes you happy?”
I ran my fingers through his tousled hair, my eyes following the movement.
Man, his hair was soft. Like silk. Like…
“How long do you think I should let you do this before I take over again?” he asked conversationally. Though, I did notice a hint of strain in his voice. Letting me know that I was driving him quite nuts.
I smiled as I pulled my hand away.
“You can ravish me now, darling,” I teased.
His hands lifted me then, placing me on my feet.
“The fuckin’ door doesn’t stay locked quite right yet,” he grumbled darkly, pulling away. “But I can move this…”
“Later.” I yanked on my jeans buttons, hearing the satisfying pop, pop, pop of them all unbuttoning.
I could feel his eyes laser-focusing on me.
With a practiced move, I removed my muck boots and kicked them across the room before I started shucking my jeans.
I heard the clang of his tool belt hitting the floor, and I smiled, knowing that he was following my lead.
Or, at least, until he wanted to take over said lead.
I’d just stood up from my jeans shucking when I had hands once again on my hips.
“This sawhorse is gonna hurt your ass,” he growled, pressing himself against me from behind. “I’ll hold you.”
Hold me.
The idea was comical.
Not because I didn’t think he could, but because I hadn’t expected to ever hear a man say that to me.
“If that’s what you think is best,” I shrugged, turning around in his arms.
That’s when I realized that he’d been just as busy as I had. Though, he’d been much more thorough, seeing as he was naked and I was still in my bra.
I reached back to fix that when he caught my hand and reached behind me.
His fingers caught the clasp at my back, expertly unclipped it, and then slid my bra off in one practiced move.
“Smooth,” I teased as I watched the material drop to the floor.
He grunted, his gaze studying my face and not my nakedness.
It almost made me feel… cherished.
“I practiced that a lot when I was younger,” he grinned. “My first girlfriend left it at my place one time. So I made sure to practice so I didn’t look like an inept loser the next time I needed the skill.”
“That’s such a boy thing to do,” I snickered. “What’s even funnier is that a person who’d actually need that skill, like me, can barely get it on half the time.”
“I’ll happily put it back on for you when I’m done,” he teased.
