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Chapter Four
Ava
“We’ll lay low for now,” Harm mutters.“The fucker may even decide to show up, sniff around and then I’ll handle it.” He glances at me and I nod, wringing my hands as I follow him back to my room. I can’t even walk beside him. If I did, he’d squeeze me against the wall because he’s just that wide over the shoulders.
His eyes are wary, his body brimming with simmering aggression and once necessary, he’ll unleash it. I gulp, opening my door up before murmuring that there’s a guestroom down the hall.
Harm lowers his chin, his brows curving and he rasps, “I can’t let you sleep on your own. If anything happens I need to be close by.” His eyes narrow when he sees that I’m hesitant. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Breathless, I can’t do anything but nod.
This has taken such a turn for the bizarre. My assassin is now acting like my bodyguard, or an overprotective lover. I feel my face heat as I let him inside and our clothes brush. The next breath I draw is jerky and things are getting personal too fast.
But I don’t know how to stop it and deep down, I don’t know if I should.
First thing Harm does, is check the windows and then he walks around the room, picking up my things and looking behind frames containing abstract art. He’s checking to make sure we’re not bugged but he doesn’t find anything and he drags a relieved hand down the back of his neck.
“We’re clear,” he rasps, “you can relax.” A genuine smile crosses his face and my heart starts racing. I give him a subdued smile back but then the look in his eyes darkens. He uncrosses his arms, before taking a possessive step closer to me.
Hot liquid erupts between my thighs.
“I need a bath,” I blurt nervously, “with water, cold water, ice cold...,” I’m blabbing and turning red in the face, I burst into the adjoining bathroom and slam the door. Taking a deep breath, I turn on the water before sitting down on the bathtub.
Leaning over, I rest my head in my hands. I take another deep breath and this time it actually manages to calm me down. Ever since Harm crawled through my window, something has been happening inside of me and it has nothing to do with fear. It’s a slow, brewing feeling that twists my insides and wrings out all my pent-up desire. That desire needs to pour over someone, preferably the man responsible for it.
Maybe I have a thing for men trying to kill me.
Or maybe I’m just into men who make my body feel blissful, primal, sensual...instead of as an object that needs to put on a performance whenever someone yellsaction. I’ve had my appearance exposed, talked about, dissected and people always know how to find flaws but Harm regards me as if I’m the definition of perfection.
And perfection shouldn’t be destructed. Is that the reason why he decided not to go through with his job? He said he doesn’t killangels...I shudder, crossing my legs and his smoldering menace excites me.
I made a movie with a guy like Harm once and I used to think he was so cool. Physically they were similar but the actor wore makeup...and needed a stunt-double so he wouldn’t break a pinky. Wow, does he seem pathetic now. Harm’s the real deal and the little girl in me is watching him all starry eyed, with her hands clasped under her chin.
Shivering, I get up and do something forbidden. I look through the keyhole, just to see what Harm is up to. At the sight of him, I almost let out a squeal and heat explodes in my chest. He’s holdingmyrobe to him, pressing his whole face in it while groaning silently and shooting up with his hips. His whole face is twisted in a pained, passionate mask, his teeth clenched, eyes squeezed with excruciating desire.
His big hands slide down the soft fabric and his breaths come out ragged. His fingers trace over the fur and he’s holding the robe so close to his body that it almost feels like he’s holding me. My own hands automatically start sliding over my curves and I imagine they’rehis. I’ve never seen a man act this way and I don’t know if it’s normal but I don’t care. He inhales my scent on the fabric, his eyes darkening with aggression before he tosses the robe to the side and now he looks pissed, frustrated...
Groaning, he shoves a hand down his pants to adjust himself and I twitch. Whimpering, I skip over to my ice cold bath and jump in. My lids flutter in relief when it cools down the worst of the longing but it’s not enough and I hang on to the edges, breathing raggedly. Leaning my face against my hands, I try to ignore how the water keeps licking the tips of my breasts. I gasp when I start imaging it being Harm’s tongue, twisting and tasting while his deep-set eyes stare straight at me until I feel transparent.
Unable to take it anymore, I get out, annoyed that the cold isn’t helping and I yank the towel to me but the scratchy cloth against my sensitive skin, only makes things worse. Feeling suddenly weak all over, I wonder when this is going to stop. I’m powerless to do anything about it myself but I’m sure Harm would like to help.
I pinch my lip, feeling crazy for craving my own assassin but I’m not too hard on myself, since I almost lost my life tonight. I sway a little, desiring the murderer and savior on the other side so badly that the pulse between my legs forces me to accept just how much I want him.
Chapter Five
Harm
I wish I was in that bathroom with her right now.Soaping up her skin, soaping her up between her thighs then rinsing her clean. Groaning, I feel my control slipping and I throw myself onto her bed, hugging her frilly pillows to my chest, rubbing against her sheets and the warm lingering scents go to my head. She’s so damn beautiful that I’m ready to do anything to have her. Fuck, if she asked me to turn myself over to the law I may even do that. A woman like her is a liability to someone like me but I couldn’t care any less.
My dick turns to granite in my pants and I rub it against one of her fluffy throws to ease the pressure, imagining it’s her underneath me but I freeze when there’s a gasp in the room. Rolling over to my back, I curse under my breath when I see Ava standing there, dressed in a more demure nightgown this time.
Her jaw is slacked, eyes glassy but then a tint colors her high cheekbones when I clear my throat. “Fuck, I was just...trying out the mattress,” I groan and I feel like throat punching myself. I turn into a damn fool around her. Letting out a cough, I lie, “Back problems.”
“I see,” she breathes, walking over to the bed but when I attempt to move, she stops me. “If you have back issues, you shouldn’t sleep on the floor. The bed is big enough for the both of us.”
That’s true. Four more people could fit in here, which means Ava and I won’t have to touch during the night. Unless we want to. And now I’m thrilled as much as I’m stunned.
With soft eyes, she crawls into bed then watches me breathlessly while I just stare at her. She smells so good, of gardenia bath oil or something and I hurry to undress down to my boxers before joining her. Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling when I put my head on the pillow and I can sense the sudden tension coming off of her.
