“Nothing. If you don’t mind, I’m going to nap until we get home.”
I don’t wait for an answer. I lean my head against the door and close my eyes, even though I know there’s no chance I’ll fall asleep with him sitting right beside me.
Chapter 11
Lilly is a girl.
She may be wrapped in the mouthwatering body of a woman, but every time she speaks, it becomes more obvious—she’s a blank slate. That draws me in and pushes me away in equal measure, because even if Ethan weren’t part of the picture, she’s far too innocent for me.
There’s a dark part of me that wants to ruin that purity. But if I ever touched her—if I took what I wanted—my forbidden angel would come out broken.
We’re stopped at a red light, and she’s pretending to sleep.
Yeah.Pretending.
Her chest is rising and falling too quickly, and I’ve been around long enough to know why.
Lilly senses I’m no good, and she knows she should keep her distance—but the physical pull between us is too strong to ignore.
Her profile is breathtaking, and paired with that quirky personality of hers, it’s a goddamn problem.
She’s delicate—but not sugary sweet. There’s a sharpness in her mind that keeps her from being anyone’s obedient little lamb.
Maybe the world sees her as just another dainty blonde. But even in the short time we’ve been together, I’ve noticed what’s simmering inside her—Lilly burns.
Another thing that fascinates me? She doesn’t play games. She doesn’t flirt. Lillyana is authentic to a fault. Her thoughts come rushing out, sometimes embarrassing her—like when she commented on my eyes.
I’ve learned some women can lie as easily as they breathe. But not Lilly. She blurts out whatever comes to mind—even if it means tearing herself down in the process.
I never thought a girl this innocent would catch my attention. I’m a filthy bastard who likes his sex rough—hours of it, days sometimes. Always with experienced women. Women who know what they’re in for. And yet here I am, focused on everything about her—what she says, the way she twists her hair in both hands into a pretend ponytail before making a point.
It’s like an invisible web has formed around us.
I want her. I want to taste her innocence. But if I do . . . I’ll destroy her.
Half an hour later, we pull into the garage.
“Lilly, you can stop pretending. We’re here.”
She lets out a soft huff.”You knew?”
“Yes. Your breathing gave you away.”
“I’m always breathing fast. It’s who I am,” she says, reaching for the door handle.
“No.”
“No what?”
“I’ll open it for you.”
She stares at me. But like a good girl, she places her hands back in her lap.
I leave the bags for later and come around to help her out.
She takes the hand I offer but stands too quickly, stumbling and falling straight into my arms. Her breath catches when I pull her close.
It wasn’t planned. But I don’t want to let go just yet.
