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“Are you going to be okay driving down that trail?” I ask him, worried.
He smirks at me. That wicked curve to his full lips makes my belly turn again. Being near him is like riding a roller coaster. Ups and downs that turn my hair and keep bringing me to my knees.
“Worried about me, baby girl?”
“No, I’m not. And I’m older than you. You can’t call me that.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s not an age thing.”
“I’m more mature than you too,” I argue. I know what he’s saying but I’m not admitting it.
He stalks closer and there’s a look in his eyes I don’t trust. I like it but I don’t trust it.
I back away until I hit the wall. His hands come up alongside my head, effectively caging me in. I can smell him and my head reels. The scent of him is overwhelming. Pine, leather, sweat and something that I just know I’ll never be able to name. It’s uniquely him.
My eyes drift up, my eyelids heavy with the need to close. To just feel him. To let him feel me.
“You are my baby girl. You can fight it. But I’ll win you over. You think that I want to control you and you’re right about that.”
I start to open my mouth but he lifts a finger and closes my mouth. Heat coils in my belly and flares out to my legs, making them heavy and hard to move.
“I don’t want to control you in the way you think, though. I just want to make sure that you’re safe. That’s why I’m gonna finish checking this place out and then I’m gonna walk out that damn door even though it’s the last thing I want to do. It’s gonna kill me.”
“But you need this. You need to know that I’m only here to keep you safe. I’m not gonna clip your wings. I want you to fly. I just want to be the safety net that keeps you from falling to the ground and hurting yourself.”
He presses closer and I feel the iron bar of his cock against my belly. I gasp in a breath and fight the urge to reach up and touch him. To see if his dark hair is as soft as it looks. To feel his soft lips against mine again.
I desperately want to wrap my legs around his waist and feel him moving inside me.
He groans and his eyes darken, a fury of desire heating them. He leans over and runs his nose along the side of my throat, his teeth scraping, making me jump and lean closer. My head falls back to the wall and I arch into him, feeling all those hard muscles and ridges melding with my soft curves like they’re made for each other.
I yelp when he drags his teeth harder, then sucks and nibbles until I’m shaking, my legs giving out.
Then he steps back and I open my eyes slowly, drugged with lust. He groans and steps even further away.
“Jesus! You’re killing me, baby girl. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna rip those clothes off and fuck you against this wall. And you deserve so much more than that.”
It sounds fucking amazing though. He’s so rugged and wild. I can’t help but imagine how he’d make love. He’d own me. I mean…he’d own the woman he was with. Who is not me.
He says all the right words but I’ve heard them before. Can I trust that he means what he says? He wants me. But he doesn’t want to take over.
That’s too much to hope for from any man. Hell, I can’t even find that with my agent or my mother.
“You’re not quite ready for what’s happening here, baby girl. But when you are…I’ll be here for you. No matter how long I have to wait.”
Then he stalks off and out of my sight. And for the first time in my life, I miss someone. So much it fucking hurts.
Which is stupid because he’s still in the same house. He’s still here. But it feels like there’s something between us and that’s the part that hurts.
MAX
The next morning I slam my hand down on my alarm and grab a quick shower, picking out my favorite green flannel that some ladies have said brings out the green in my brown eyes.
I pull a face. Then I throw it aside. I can’t wear that. I need something new. Something no other woman has seen me in. Aster deserves to get all of me. Not the pieces that belong to my past. She deserves the new me. The guy who’s devoted to her. That wants to make sure she has everything her little heart desires. Especially me.
She doesn’t want to want me. She keeps pushing me away. But I see it in her eyes. It’s only lust and desire right now. But it’s something to start with. An emotion to build on.
A place to start.
