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She’s got full, pouty lips; the kind that are almost too soft, like a simple puff of air is all it takes to blow a kiss. When she purses her lips, she can’t help but draw attention. It’s like she’s begging to be kissed, but only on her terms.
The way her cheeks turn pink sets my blood on fire. I love how that rosy hue takes over her face and creeps down her neck. But I have to watch that because when my eyes travel down, they’ll stop on her perfect breasts.
I get a sense Kaye wouldn’t appreciate that. She’s more of alook-me-in-the-eye-not-my-breastskind of woman.
I can’t tell if she’s a natural blonde, or not. Regardless, her hair falls softly around her shoulders and cascades down to the small of her back in gentle waves. She moves like a ballerina, and her lilting laughter is carefree, like bells on a summer day. Her voice is the kind of voice that makes a man weak in the knees. I feel that pull and would eagerly go to my knees to spend another minute with her.
She’s down-to-earth with those hip-hugging jeans that accentuate the flare of her hips, and it’s clear her well-loved T-shirt is intimately associated with her curves. It clings to her body in a way that hints of something more beneath.
My fingers flex with the urge to cup her breasts. To see if they fit my hand the way I imagine they will.
Her blush is a thing of beauty; enough to take my breath away. The rosy hue begins in her cheeks then spreads across her face to the bridge of her nose. When my gaze follows the path of her blush, it drifts down, deepening as it travels down her neck. It grows more intense; an unstoppable wave of emotion sweeping across her collarbone and diving into the depths of her cleavage.
It’s a thing of beauty, a captivating and mysterious force stirring my heart in ways I never thought possible. Something makes me want to crawl inside her head and sift through her thoughts to see if I’m the cause of her pretty blushes.
I turn to the task at hand and finish breaking down the last of Kaye’s boxes. Then I head outside, missing Kaye on the way out, and meet up with the guys at the curb.
My steps slow, then drag. An invisible force pulls at me, like a line reeling me in. No need to question that. The real question is: why her? Out of the hundreds of women I’ve been interested in, how does she exert this pull?
I don’t understand, and things I don’t understand make my skin itch. If I was smart, I’d walk away and never look back.
Only, I’m not smart.
I stop outside the townhouse, feet rooted in place, and turn back, hoping for a sight of Kaye.
“You coming, Zeb?” Alec calls out, pulling me from my thoughts.
With far more effort than it should take, I force my feet to move and head to the vehicle. Keeping my voice nonchalant, I pretend as if that long stare back at the townhouse means nothing.
It should mean nothing. Kaye’s just another chick. One more woman parading through my bed. Or, she soon will be. With a tightening of my jaw, I force my thoughts away from the captivating blonde and focus on the task we’ve been assigned.
“Any idea what’s up?” I climb into the driver’s seat and turn over the engine.
The black Suburban growls to life. The engine hums with power, transmitting heavy vibrations through the steering wheel to my hands.
“Brady didn’t say. Just that we needed to go.” Rafe snugs the seatbelt over his lap as I ease the vehicle into traffic.
“What happened to providing protection for Carmen and Rosalie?” My jaw tightens. I thought we were doing that, and it seems silly to move them in, then abandon their security detail.
“Forest is nearby. He’s going to watch over them until we get back.” Rafe glances in the rearview mirror, checking out the traffic around us.
“No disrespect, but he doesn’t have the training we have.”
“Forest should be fine, especially since he won’t be alone.” Rafe shifts in his seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him as much as he can within the confines of the car.
I cut him an amused sideways glare as I navigate around a pothole and merge onto the highway. “You suppose he’s got another Guardian stashed somewhere?”
I joke halfheartedly because deep down I’m concerned about leaving Kaye, Barbi, Carmen, and Rosalie unprotected while we rush off on this errand with no idea what it entails or when we’ll be back.
Rafe snorts out a laugh and shakes his head before checking his phone for any missed messages from Brady or Mitzy about our destination or mission parameters.
“Nah,” he says after looking over the screen for a few moments before setting it aside again and returning to our conversation from before. “Looks like Forest is with Paul tonight. Sara too. I think our women are safe with them.”
Paul.
An interesting man for many reasons. He’s part of Forest’s unique throuple; a relationship between three people with Forest at the center.
Sara is Forest’s wife. Nothing out of the ordinary there, but Paul is his Dom. Which is totally weird because Forest is what I would describe as the Alpha of Alphas.
