“I trust you.” I was surprised to hear myself say it, but I immediately realized it was true. I did trust Sasha. I trusted her character and her compassion. I trusted her honesty and her moral compass. Most importantly, I trusted her with Hailey.
“If anything happens to Hailey or your mom or you… Maybe I should just go.”
And this was why. She was worried about us. So much so, that she was willing to leave the safety of my house and possibly get caught by the dangerous asshole who’d drugged and abused her. She was so damn selfless and courageous, and there was no way in hell I was letting her walk out the door. She made me happy, and I intended to hold on to her with both hands.
I closed the distance between us in two long strides.
My intent must have been written all over my face, because Sasha’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” she asked.
I couldn’t tell if she was frightened or excited, so I needed to be careful. I wasn’t just another asshole using her to scratch an itch, and I needed to make sure she understood that. Dipping my head until our lips were less than an inch apart, I waited, giving her the opportunity to step back if that’s what she wanted.
Instead, Sasha met my gaze. Every emotion I felt was reflected back at me, making me realize just how deeply we were connected.
“You’re scared, so you want to run,” I said, already struggling to hold myself back when I wanted to snatch her up in my arms and kiss her senseless. “I get it. I’ve been running my whole life. But what if we’ve found something worth fighting for?”
Her breath hitched and her eyes darkened with desire.
I kissed her.
Our lips met, and she melted against me. Running my tongue across the seam of her lips, I silently requested entry. She opened her mouth to me with a sigh, and my tongue slipped in. She tasted of comfort and home, energizing me and egging me on. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. My hands slipped behind her neck as a strange sort of electricity pulsed between us, pulling me closer until I could no longer tell where I ended, and she began.
But we weren’t close enough.
I needed to feel her skin against mine, which meant the clothes had to go. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and broke the kiss long enough to tug it over my head and toss it aside. As we came back together, I grabbed Sasha’s shirt and repeated the process, careful of her shoulder. Our lips melded back together as our hands groped at our elastic waistbands.
Finally naked, we pulled apart. Sasha’s eyes were bright, her lips were swollen, and her breathing was erratic. I allowed my gaze to drop, taking in her body. The bruises were fading, but they weren’t what I was interested in. Her shape was incredible. She was all soft curves and hard lines, perfect round tits with dark pink nipples, a tapered waist leading to wide hips and thick thighs. I drank in every sexy inch of her body, grabbing her hand and turning her around so I could feast my eyes on her fantastic ass.
She was perfection. Every bruise, scar, and bandage paid tribute to her strength and determination. I wanted to become intimately acquainted with each dimple, kiss every freckle, run my tongue across every mole. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said, spinning her back around.
Her expression softened. “You’re not bad yourself. I mean, if you’re into those perfect stripper body, probably-works-out-everyday, sexy-as-hell types. Which I am.”
I chuckled and pulled her into my arms again. “Good. Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She swallowed. “I don’t want that either.” The desire in her eyes made her desire clear, but the way she chewed on her lip and the slight tremble in her arms told me she was scared.
“What can I do?” I asked. “What do you need from me?”
She looked over our scattered clothes and scooped up my shirt. Turning me around, she used it to tie my hands behind my back.
I flexed, noting how loosely her bonds held me. “I can break out of this,” I said honestly.
She turned me around to face her again, her green eyes pleading. “I know. Don’t.”
I’d always been in control in the bedroom. Since Elaine, sex for me was basically get in, get my rocks off, get out. I fucked broads, but that was as far as I let shit go. Sasha knew I had trust issues and she wasn’t trying to keep me bound. Breaker had done something to take away her power in the bedroom, and she needed someone who cared enough to give it back to her. I could do that. I nodded.
She patted the sofa. “Have a seat.”
With my arms behind my back, I sat my ass down and waited.
“Condom?” she asked.
“Bathroom cabinet.”
She slipped into the bathroom and returned with the box. I eyed it and she shrugged. “You never know. I like to be prepared.”
“Hey, I admire that about you.”
She set the box on the arm of the sofa and dropped to her knees. Looking at me from beneath her lashes, she said, “Try not to move.”
