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Cash doesn’t look away from me. “Wrenlee is moving in with me. Today.”
Jitters, nervous ones, skate the length of my spine. “I didn’t agree to that.”
He leans in until his face is close to mine. The sinful scent of him nearly overwhelms me, invading my senses and sensibilities.
The man—everything about him—is invasive.
“You aremine.” There’s a threatening edge to his statement, daring me to argue. Somewhere in the distance, Marley sucks in breath. “Mygirlfriend doesn’t live like this, in this place. You don’t even have fucking security on this building.”
“I’m not—”
He catches my chin in his big hand, thumb and finger holding me firmly as I freeze in place, rooted to the floor by shock or pure male aggression, I’m not sure. Maybe both. This man is a lot.
He tips his face until his nose nearly touches the tip of mine. “Mine.”
A shuddering breath invades my lungs, tasting of him. Like—sweet smoke and sex.
Wait, what?No. I don’t even know what sex tastes like.
Where did that thought even come from?
Fire dances deep within me, the flames wicking at the surface of my skin. My body, every inch, feels flushed.
He pulls back only an inch, keeping his paw on my chin. “Go get your things.”
“Cash—”
“Coming back is only going to waste time, Kitten. Things. Now.”
“Girl,” Marley butts in. “I could get out of here, I’d do it. No hesitation.”
“But I don’t—” I shake my head slightly up at Cash, the wordsknow youare on the tip of my tongue.
As though he knows the words I haven’t said, he gives a shallow nod. “You’ll be safe.”
Marley snorts loudly. “And I bet you’ll wake up to cream for your coffee every morning.”
My eyes dart to her and I give her a half smile, but even though it’s only half, it’s real. “That’d be nice.”
When my eyes drop to Cash, he’s leaning back to study me. His hand has fallen from my chin and there’s nothing connecting us physically anymore, even though I can still feel the burn of his touch as though he’s branded my skin.
His dark eyes are no child’s play. The man is capable of doing things with those eyes. Dark things. Breath stealing, lung scorching, heart shuddering things.
I drop my eyes, the words rushing from my lungs fast. “I’ll go get my stuff.”
Usually, without coffee, I’m sluggish. Right now, not so much. There’s a fire inside me as I move to my corner of the single bedroom. I have a small air mattress, a single set of twin bedding and two boxes ofclothes that sit at the end of the bed. My laptop sits on the small, upturned milk crate that I’ve used as an end table since I moved in, and I have two pairs of boots under that.
I slide my laptop into one of the boxes before I fold them both closed. Then I flip over the milk crate, fold my sheets and thin blanket into the crate before wedging my boots into the material on top. Next and last is the air mattress. I pull the plug and begin to fold it up, pushing the air out as I go.
What am I doing?
I haven’t even agreed to this thing with Cash. I don’t know the terms and conditions yet. What if what he wants me to do is something I’m not willing—not able—to do? What if he’s cruel? What if…
A large dark shape fills the frame and I flinch as I take in Cash. He’s—a lot of man. And I’m not all that much woman.
Right now, I feel smaller than usual, and that’s saying something.
Still, I find the gumption to lift my chin and fix my eyes on his. “This is it.” He looks to the other side of the room as though in question that I answer, “Cara’s.”
