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“Can’t this wait for morning, Mr. McKnight? I’m really tired.”
I want to tell her that it’s alright but I can’t make the damn words come out. I need to see her and even the thought that I’m gonna piss her off can’t stop me pushing.
“I really need to talk to you now, Daisy. Please. Just for a minute.”
“Fine,” she huffs on the opposite side of the door and I hear the locks click.
“Good girl,” I groan under my breath. She’s being careful. I want her to be damn careful. I want her to make sure and contact me if she needs help.
I want her by my side every damn second of the day. Chained to me if I can manage it. Handcuffs are definitely not off the table.
The door opens and my heart stops and then starts beating like it’s trying to match her heart. Like it needs a restart to be able to work the way it’s supposed to. The way I need it to to protect my girl.
I step inside the door and prepare for the fight of my life. I need her to be reasonable. Even though I know I’m not being the same.
Can I help it I’ve lost my mind for this woman?
ChapterFive
DAISY
“What are you doing here, Mr. McKnight?”
“For god’s sake,” he growls, his face taut with some undefined emotion. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Dexter?”
I flinch away from him and he mutters something under his breath but when he speaks again, his voice is gentle, his tone softer.
“I’m sorry, Daisy. I’m an asshole. I shouldn’t talk to you like that.” My eyes widen and my mouth drops open. He chuckles.
“You think I won’t admit when I’m wrong? I will admit almost anything if it’s true.”
“That’s not it.”
I look away and hope that he lets it drop. I don’t want to admit that I’ve lived with what I have and thought it was normal.
“Daisy, are you alright?” His soft voice brings tears to my eyes. He’s such a big man and yet he’s so oddly gentle and nice that I find myself thinking about him at different times of the day. It’s awkward and strange but I miss him when I’m away from him. It’s obvious that I’m having some kind of breakdown or I’d be staying the hell away from all men but especially this one. Not because of him being mean or anything like that.
But because he’s too damn tempting as a man. He’s basically catnip for women like me.
I look away from him, my lips trembling. “I-I’m fine.”
He moves closer and his big hand lifts my chin and turns it back to him gently. “Hey, you don’t ever have to feel bad about something that happened to you. Or how you react to it. I will never think less of you. Never,” he growls.
My lashes flutter and I can’t help myself, my eyes close and I lean into his hand, seeing the comfort and warmth that swirls around me, settling in my belly and setting off fireworks that shake me to my core.
I feel him move closer to me, his scent being dragged deep down into my bones and deeper still. Until he becomes part of me. Part of my body, part of my soul. It feels like I’ll never get him out of my blood and I’m not really sure if I want to try.
His heat surrounds me and then his hip brushes my hip. Fire zings along my nerve endings and burns, branding me as his. His breath caresses my cheek and I fight to stay standing, my knees shaking and my breath stuttering to a stop.
His lips gently brush mine and I lose my balance, my hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling his heart pounding under my fingers, strong and steady.
Then his tongue delicately traces my lips and it’s got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. I whimper deep in my throat and he growls, his voice raspy and broken.
My lips open on a moan and he delves inside like he’s a warrior raiding a village. Stealing the maiden he’s been eyeing as his treasure.
That’s how he makes me feel, his big hands so gentle everywhere he touches, his mouth devouring my soft sighs and answering me with caveman-like moans that have my clit throbbing.
Jerking out of his arms, I cover my mouth with my hands, forcing the tears not to fall. I need to get a grip on my emotions. Need to stop acting like some wilting violet.
