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“You gotta learn some fucking respect! Get your act together. You have until tomorrow to get your dick inside her or whatever thefuckit is you think you’re doing. In exactly twenty-four hours, I’ll call Roarke. He knows how to finish shit.”
“But—”
“Tick-tock.”
I throw the phone across the room. The screen shatters as it hits the floor. I stare at the glass splinters as I shake my head.
“Fuck!”
A slender woman with flaming hair haunts me. I can’t get her out of my mind. I don’t know why. I could have a woman in my bed in thirty minutes from now, some long-legged blonde, or any-fucking-one. So why am I obsessing over Kerry? Is it because things are looking really fucking bleak regarding her longevity and I’m doomed to snuff out her light? Or is it because she keeps pulling and pushing, teasing me blue? Is she really that innocent, or is she playing me?
With my feet propped up on the dashboard, I sit in my car outside the center, chewing on my last toothpick. I’ve parked a bit uphill and she doesn’t notice me as she hops on her Vespa and disappears out of sight. I wait a little longer, still pondering how I’m gonna do this. Does she like force? Or does she just wanna talk? I groan. Not exactly my forte.
I start the car and head downhill as I head for her home for the last time.
It’s a great shame, but I’m not letting Roarke put his dirty fucking hands on her.
She’s mine.
Six
Kerry
Chloe asked me a thousand times today what’s wrong with me. I know I’m a mess. The drive home usually soothes me. I love the view, the wind on my face, the smells of the city. I’m born and raised in San Francisco. I’ll stay here until I die.
Today, I don’t feel it. All I see is two dark brown eyes. All I feel is his hands on my skin, burning hot. I’ve slapped myself mentally all day for being such a freak and backing out. I breathe him, smell him, revel in the memories. If he ever shows up again, I’ll go all the way, I swear. I don’t know what’s the matter with me, but there’s something behind that alluring facade that both scares me and excites me. I feel a dark streak in his tenderness, a demon behind his angel-like looks.
I’m probably crazy.
But something about him, when it feels as if he’s letting go, as it gets intense, turns darker, demanding, possessive.
Evan was pretty bland, kind, a people-pleaser, my mom loved him. She took it harder than I did when it turned out he was cheating on me. Christian is another breed entirely and I don’t know how to handle what he awakens in me.
I toss my keys on the side table and nudge the door closed with my knee as I sort through my mail.
I eat. I shower. I glance at the clock every few minutes and my heart sinks as I realize there’ll be no surprise visit tonight. I kick myself for chasing him off last night.
The knock pierces the silent house. I sit cross-legged in front of the window overlooking the bay, twirling a glass of red wine in my hands, and I nearly spill the contents. I’m on my feet in a second, my heart slamming in my chest, staring at my front door as if it would bite me, then I rush over and rip it open after throwing one quick glance in the hallway mirror.
“I couldn’t stay away.” He hands me a small pot with fresh oregano, thyme, and salvia planted in it. “You look like a girl who cooks, and I noticed you had no fresh herbs. Do you like Italian? Have you eaten?”
I glance at the clock on the wall next to me. “It’s nine forty-five. Yeah, I’ve eaten.”
It’s like he deflates. “Sorry. Want me to go?”
“No, no. Come in. And thank you. I’ll go put these where they belong.”
Christian glances behind him, scratches his dark stubble and steps over the threshold. As I close the door, he suddenly pushes me up against the wall and presses his mouth against mine. I part my lips and let him in, my heart jolting at yet again tasting him, feeling him. He grabs my waist and lifts me, his body flush to mine. There’s a hard length pressing against my belly and a shiver runs through me.
I’m not gonna chicken out tonight. I don’t care if he looks at me as if he wants to devour me, as if he craves my life force. I’ll let him have it.
Suddenly he drops me and my head spins from the sudden change of position.
“I’m sorry. I can barely control myself around you. I’ll respect your boundaries. I’ve been too pushy, I know. You’re not that kind of girl.”
“What kind of girl?” I ask faintly, wobbling slightly as I make my way to the kitchen with him hot on my heels.
“The one you push up against a wall, rip the clothes off and fuck until she forgets her name. You’re like an expensive wine, you should be savored.”
