“You don’t know a thing about me.” Her eyes close and I fight to touch her.
“And you don’t know anything about me, little bird.”
“Um, correction, look around. I know that you’re a criminal and that you like breaking and entering.”
Scoffing, a laugh leaves me as I look into the deep pools of her eyes. A man could fucking drown if he stared for too long.
“It’s not breaking and entering babe, if I entered through an open window, which is seven shades of unsafe. Just saying.”
Her big, wide and stunning eyes blinked at me as she pulls her lip in between her teeth. I have to shut my fucking eyes to compose myself and talk my dick down from busting from my jeans and actually scaring this chick for real.
“I think the police will say otherwise.”
I begin to laugh. “Call ‘em, babes. Tell them I say Hi.”
She rolls her eyes. And I can't believe she did. She just eye rolled me! What the fuck?
“Of fucking course, you wouldn’t care about them or you and your biker boys pay them off to sit in ya leather pockets. Great!” she says falling back into the bed her arm falls over her eyes as a huff leaves her.
I stand, kicked my boots off, unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans off. Then I climb into the bed, her body stayed stiff, non-moving. I can feel the annoyance or plain pissed off, fear rippling through the bed toward me.
“Um, you’re doing what?” she says behind her arm as I shuffle closer to her warm and delicious smelling body.
“Getting in bed with ya.” I pull the covers up over my body my hand lowers to her stomach.
“Um, were you asked?” she questions me as I smile at her. I can see the beat of her rapid pulse in the vein on the side of her neck. Her body is rigid, stiff as a board.
“No, I wasn’t.” I pull back the covers then step from the bed and stand at the edge. She moves her arm from her eyes and looks at me.
“Well?” I grin down at her. It’s the cheesiest grin a man like me can give and I see the small smile curve at her lips.
Before the stone features come back, she bites out, “Well, what?”
I blow out a breath through my nose - this little lady plays on my nerves like Timberly does. I’m a fucking sucker for punishment. Normally I wouldn’t even entertain this type of bullshit, but for her I’d walk through a flaming forest.
So, I suck it up and tell her, “Ask me to get in.”
Laughter rips from her tiny body while her eyes shine in pure amusement. I like it, a lot.
“Ha-ha-ha, not fucking likely, mate. You can slip ya jeans back on and leave through the same window you climbed in and back to the club house of sinners and whores.”
Wow, she is definitely something else. She has a fire and a passion hidden underneath her boring colors and flower shop lifestyle. I fucking really like this chick's spunk.
“Na, sorry, little bird, not happening.” I climb back in the bed; my feet brush over hers and she pulls them up, so her knees are bent. Sweet, babe, gives me easy access for my hands to wrap under ya ass cheeks. I pull her into me, and a small yelp leaves her. As her body stills, her breathing quickens and she looks dead center at the light fixture on her ceiling, not even blinking. I move my face closer to hers, just to check that she’s breathing.
Chapter Ten
Jade
I lay there looking at the ceiling, his smell seeping into my sheets and sending my ovaries into overdrive, while wildfire ripples out over the back of my spine. Great! I’m well and truly fucked. I don’t move. It seemed like I don’t breathe. I just look at the ceiling not wanting to do anything to trigger pain from his hands as my memory walks back through all the assaults and pain filled rages.
“Are you alive, little bird?” His voice settles over me and it scares me that I should be worried… I should be running, but I’m not. Two years I’ve been running from a past that just about killed me and a man who consumed all of my life… which set me on a crash course of anxiety and panic attacks. Two long years I have been living alone. I’d crafted my life, so I knew what awaited me around every corner. Planned my life that way. It needed to be that way. I didn’t have any friends, but that was okay, because it meant I had more control over my life. That meant I worked. Diligently, efficiently to keep it just me. Now, look… he is here, this stranger in my bed, in my head. Seeping into my pores and taking over.
He leans up and over me, his face coming into my vision, blocking out the ceiling which is the safest place for me to look. His eyes bore into mine, washed with concern and darkness.
I let out the rush of breath I don't realize I'm holding. He watches me exhale, his eyes hard, his body taut. There’s a long pause as his eyes devour me, my body shaking under his gaze. His fists clench at the sides of my head, as if he is holding himself in place with great effort.
“You’ve been hurt. That’s the only thing stopping me from kissing you right now. That and I’ve been hurt also.”
