All my clothes seem old fashioned to me. Everything is up to my collarbone and my skirts are down past my knees.
No wonder Beast isn’t interest in me. I’m a far cry from what he’s probably used to. Women in leather not a woman in plaid who’s only sexual experience was…
Just thinking about that makes me ill. What’s worse is the fact I’ve never experienced anything but that.
The person staring back at me in the mirror is someone I’m used to seeing. She’s a broken woman who’s trying to claw her way out of the horrible cards she’s been dealt. My father might not have been worth two shits, but he did pay for the house for me to live in. He didn’t pay for anything else in my life, though.
My brown hair is duller than it normally is. It looks mousy without the normal hair products I use which isn’t a lot. Every time I go get my haircut, they try to talk me into every hair product under the sun. I don’t know what any of them do, I just like the attention they give me. The hair stylists at least act like they care about me even though I’m paying them.
My eyes look blank from confusion. I’m confused and scared and nervous and anxious… I’m everything and nothing at all- all at the same time.
I’m scared that Beast doesn’t want me because I’m not “hot” or whatever. I’m an average person with an average body. My chest are C cups, my waist is slim and my thighs rub together and my ass sticks out a little more than the rest of my back.
I don’t know the first thing about being hot or being attractive to a man like Beast. Plus, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around why I would want to.
The front door slams causing me to jump up quickly. I hear thunderous footsteps run towards my room making my heart beat faster in my chest. It isn’t until my door opens and shuts when I see a powerful man standing there, that I tense up. Beast is standing in front of me in all his glory.
His chest fills out that leather vest so well along with stretching the Henley underneath it. His powerful thighs are rock hard with the jeans barely covering them.
“Uh,” I murmur trying to come up with something to say to the man who’s larger than life in front of me.
He crosses the room with determination only stopping to hook my body in his arms before slamming me into the wall. The wall does little to cool my overly heated skin on the impact.
“Hi,” I manage to mumble out.
“I hear you have complaints,” he states.
I’m completely focused on the way his lips move around each word he says. I don’t register he’s asked me a question until he repeats it.
“Where did you go?”
He shakes his head. “You know not to ask a biker that question.”
“Why can’t I have a car?” I ask with my body still wrapped around his. My feet barely reach graze the floor below us.
“Because you can’t leave.”
Each answer he provides me with his blunt, vague and to the point as much as he can be. I’m thinking Dragon told him I was pissed about being stuck in this house all alone for the past couple of days.
I don’t say anything. Neither does he.
His eyes are smoldering with mine. And that’s when I see the tick in lips as they pull into a smile. The smile which promises dirty yet luscious things to come.
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he informs me before crushing my lips with his.
Kissing Beast shouldn’t feel as good as it does. His lips are soft, firm, hard and warm as they capture mine in a bruising kiss. Heat floods through my whole body spreading like a forest fire. I kiss him back for all that I’m worth diving my fingers into his hair. His beard rubs against my chin, tickling my chest ever so slightly.
Our tongues meet in the middle, mine is unsure while his is completely confident. My fingers grip the wind blown hair as I try to get closer to him. There’s nothing in the way besides our clothes.
His big hand rubs down my side finally resting on the waistband of my jeans. I feel his hand slip under my shirt, his fingers search for more sensitive areas. I moan into his mouth at the slight feeling of his thumb diving under my bra.
“Beast,” I moan into his mouth which he just swallowed with a more valiant moan.
“Get on the bed,” he demands, which I’m all too quick to follow his demand.
I moan louder than I care to admit at the loss of his body heat on mine from Beast taking a step back from me. His eyes watch me as I stare at the bed in front of me not sure how to do this. I’m completely lost on how everything is supposed to go. Do I just get naked and lay on the bed? Does he push me on the bed?
Well, before…
