Oh my God, if this is my reaction now what would happen if he actually tried?
Facing forward, I let my eyes close as his fingers moved restlessly over my nipple. It’d been some time since I’d slept with a man. Raising a teenager hadn’t been conducive to relationships. Though I had a couple anyway.
Wow. That felt good.
I didn’t make the decision to arch into him and rub my ass against him so much as I did it subconsciously, but it was enough to wake him up.
He sucked in a breath and I froze, waiting to see what he’d do. This wasn’t the time for sex. We had a lot to talk about and Rhino, or whatever was left of him, to deal with. Still, OD was incredibly attractive. And he’d just helped me out of a tough situation. And…I was feeling connected to him in a way that was quickly becoming dangerous for my rational thinking. I considered rolling over and kissing him, but didn’t want to seem too forward.
I hated the indecision and rules that surrounded dating and sex. I wasn’t good at them.
In the end, he made the decision for me by untangling himself from me and rolling off the bed. He left the room and disappeared into the bathroom in the hallway.
Huffing out a breath, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. “It’s better this way,” I said quietly. Though my aching body didn’t seem to agree. My irrational brain was annoyed with him, as if he had rejected me, and not sleep groped me.
By the time he came out of the bathroom I’d managed to pull myself together. He was tugging on a pair of sweats and I tried not to drool. Sure he’d shown interest when we first met, but torturing and killing a man could change the way a guy felt about you and now I was a bit self-conscious of what was going on between the two of us.
“Why don’t we have some breakfast?” he asked, smiling at me. “And talk.”
I followed him out into his kitchen and watched as he pulled an egg carton and package of bacon from his fridge.
“I’m not much of a cook, but I can manage this. You like eggs?”
“Yeah,” I replied with a grin. “Eggs are fine.”
“Good.” He took a pan out and put it on his stove. “Figured we should go over the plan,” he said, looking over at me as I watched him crack eggs into a bowl.
“Plan?”
“For finding out what Rhino was involved in. He didn’t give us much.”
I sighed, wiping a hand over my face. “What if he wasn’t involved?”
OD snorted in derision. “You have good instincts. He knew exactly what you were talking about. He’s involved.”
“How do you know?” I asked, dropping my hand. “If he didn’t tell you anything-”
“He gave us a couple names. But it was more what he refused to tell us that lets me know he was wrapped up in all of this.”
“Is he…”
“He’s dead,” he said, looking at me with those penetrating dark eyes. “He’ll never hurt you. No one will.”
I swallowed, wondering why this man I’d just barely met made me feel so safe. “Okay.”
“You good?”
“Yeah,” I said in a soft voice. A man was dead because of me. I wasn’t fully sure how I felt about that.
He must have sensed my unease because he sat down with me at the table and put his hand over mine. There were tattoos of bones over the backs of his hands and down his fingers. On someone else that might’ve been creepy, for some reason on him, I found it attractive. “Hey.”
I met his gaze.
“This isn’t your fault.”
Sighing, I admitted, “It is though. I went snooping-”
“Because your brother took off,” he pointed out. “That’s a natural response.”
