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I didn’t want her to mistake who I was because a part of me wanted her to see the real me, wanted to know what would happen if she did.
“But I’m not trying to say I’m a good guy either,” I continued. “As I said, I have a problem with my temper, and I once nearly beat a guy into a coma. Plus, I’ve done a lot of shit that could probably get me in trouble with the law. But I’ve never killed anyone. Never hurt any women or children, either. And I have never gone after anyone who didn’t deserve it. I guarantee you that.”
She watched me for a long time after my speech, and her expression said she wasn’t quite sure whether to believe or doubt everything I had just said to her.
Eventually, she seemed to digest it with a swallow, saying, “Yeah, I understand.”
Then, she shrugged and added, “It’s not like I exactly have room to judge anyone based on their criminal background anyway.”
“That wasn’t the point of what I said…” I started, but my words were uncompleted as a punch of desire hit me. This time, she stuck a finger into the ice cream, took a dollop of creamy liquid, and stuck it in her mouth. Her eyes shut for a millisecond of pure bliss before opening and snagging mine again.
I didn’t know if she did it on purpose, but whatever it was nearly sent me into a frenzy.
“You really sure you don’t want to fuck me?” I asked, desperate for another taste of her.
She smiled a little and shook her head. “No. But not because I think you’re a murderer. I just don’t think it’s smart to get involved. This is a business deal, and we should keep it business.”
She was probably right. It was probably a smart idea to keep our relationship strictly business to avoid any misunderstandings or complications.
But it was hard to tell my body that now that we were lying together in bed for the night with her so close to me.
It was also hard because I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around her waist and shift her closer to me.
She instantly stiffened in my arms, and I whispered, “Relax. I’m just holding you because it’s cold.”
She remained stiff in my arms as if to protest my lie. True, it wasn’t that cold, but I wanted to hold her. Ineededto hold her even if I did nothing else.
A slight shiver went through her, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the chill or the unmistakable chemistry between us. I knew I had to stiffen my body to keep from doing anything else. My mind was recalling the taste of her and everything we’d done this morning. I wanted more. Wanted to drink her in and just have her all to myself.
But I wasn’t going to force her. I was going to let her have her space and let her decide to ask me when she was ready.
As I pulled her even closer, I was amazed at how good this felt, even without having sex. I remembered feeling more relaxed than I’d ever felt in my life when I fell asleep yesterday while holding her.
But I assumed it was a fluke emotion brought on by post-sex hormones.
Now, without the sex, I knew it was just her. Her scent had a calming effect on my spirit even as it revved up my body at the same time. What an interesting paradox.
And with that thought, I shut my eyes, and before I knew it, I was dragged into a peaceful and restful sleep.
* * *
I could hearthe sounds in the bathroom before I even woke up.
Whoever was in there was trying very hard not to make any noise, but unfortunately for them, I’d picked up a preternatural sense of hearing in my teenage years. Especially if those sounds were what I thought they were.
It didn’t take me any time at all to come awake and start creeping over to the bathroom door. I pressed my ears against it, heard the cut-off moans and desperate gasps, and felt my morning wood ache even more at the picture painted in my head.
It was the sounds of desperation that got me, the sound that told me she was reaching for something she just couldn’t find. The hunger for more of what she wasn’t getting.
God, the hunger was ripping me apart too, and I wanted nothing more than to go in there and help her.
The door was locked when I twisted the handle, so I rapped on the door.
The sounds instantly stopped, and I could only imagine her panicked face in amusement.
“Need help?” I asked.
“Um…no,” she croaked out after a few beats of silence.
