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A shadow of disappointment crosses her face.
“I didn’t mean to …” I run a hand through my hair. “You see, what happened …” How do I even say it? “Look.” I swipe a hand through the air.
She seems to be fighting a smile.
“Here’s the thing, you see. I didn’t plan on dry humping you this morning.” It’s mostly true, after all. I wanted to worship her pussy with my tongue and impale her on my dick until she screamed my name.
“Oh.” Her face falls a little.
“Not that I don’t want to,” I add hastily.
“Oh.” This ‘oh’ sounds more hopeful.
“I mean, of course I want to. Just look at you.” I take her in--pink cheeks, bright eyes, the swell of her breasts beneath her Wonder Woman pajama top--and lick my lips.
She blushes even deeper.
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, that if that was unwanted, I’m sorry. I’d never want to scare you or take anything that you didn’t offer. But I’m not sorry for making you come.”
Her gaze slides down my body, then stops below my waist.
Fuck, I’m probably scaring her. I step off the bed, turn away, and adjust myself. My cock is still hard, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to do much about it. Not when I’m still wondering what her cunt tastes like and how hard it would squeeze me if I were inside when she came. A groan tries to leave my throat, but I bite it back.
“I’m not scared.” Her soft voice is a balm on my spirit.
I shake my head. She’s too good for the likes of me. Too innocent to be anywhere near this life. Once I straighten out this trouble with Baines, she should get as far away from me as possible.
She puts a hand on my back. “Really, Mr. Black. I’m not scared. Not of you, anyway.”
“You should be.” I reach for the gun by the bed, then drop down to rummage through the supply chest against the back wall.
“Why?” She sits up, her gaze boring into my back. “You saved me. You said Baines is trying to kill me.”
“He is. You know too much. Something about you breaking into some files that he was trying to offload.”
“That’s why he wants me dead?”
“Yes, and Baines is particularly good at getting what he wants.” I load up a weathered leather bag with bait and tools to make traps.
“But you work for him, so why did you come to help me?”
I stop, my hands freezing in their task.
“How did you know?”
I want to lie to her so badly my mouth burns. But I can’t. So I don’t. I grab the rest of my supplies. “All you need to know is I’m no good.” I turn and meet her gaze. “I’m a bad man, babe. Not meant for a woman like you.”
Pain streaks across her face like a comet, and my heart seems to constrict. I have to get out of here before I fall at her feet and tell her everything she’s bringing alive inside me.
“Stay put.” I stalk to the door. “You’re safe. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Where are you going?” She stands, her eyes widening. “Please don’t leave me.”
“You’re safe,” I repeat, then grab the rifle and step out onto the porch. Too chicken to look in her eyes and see that pain again. Too much of a fool to walk back in and give her answers. I hurt her. I know it.
My eyes focus on the waiting woods where I can find game and provisions for our stay, but then my thoughts stray to the SUV in its brush-covered hiding place. I know what I have to do.
With purposeful strides, I head toward the car. I can make this right.
