Energy lashed, and the restraint he struggled to maintain wound him into a quivering ball of lust.
My knees trembled as I stared up at him.
The last man I should want.
The broker of my destruction.
His wide, wide shoulders juddered up and down as the oxygen raked from his lungs.
Maybe a wise person would end this.
But I didn’t want to.
I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else than right there with him.
So I lifted my chin and begged him, “I need you to touch me. I need you to take the fear away.”
FORTY
CASH
I hadher tossed over my shoulder in a flash. Taken by the lust that ravaged my insides. No rationale or logic left after the plea she issued in the night.
My crew and some of Silas’s men were outside, standing guard through the night.
I knew our surroundings were protected, so I couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t stop myself from wanting to dig my fingers back into that sweet body and glut myself on her beauty.
Erase every blurred boundary.
My mind a fucking storm and my body a riot.
One motherfucking second from cracking.
The fury that still blistered through my veins was clearly driving me to insanity.
The horror I felt tonight that someone might get to them pushing me toward delirium.
The truth that I would take on every danger and every threat. Stand in front of every bullet. Die a thousand times over then fucking claw my way back through Hell to get to them so I could do it all over again.
So damned twisted.
Proof that I was nothing but a monster.
A fiend lurking in the shadows.
Every bit as vile as the creep who was after her.
Daisy needed to tell me no. Tell me to put her down. Tell me last night had been a mistake and we weren’t making it again.
But she was trembling with want. Her airy summer scent deepening to something musky and seductive. The sweet tenor of flowers darkening in desire as she expelled a ragged breath as I stalked with her across the house and into my room.
I set her down in the dim, blustery darkness.
The tiny diamond of that ring glinted in the bare light as she raked her hand over the fabric of her white tank. Her nipples pebbled beneath it like she was every bit as desperate as me.
She took a single step back as she flicked the button on her shorts. Woman a lure that was dragging me deeper into the lapping shadows of the room.
Cinnamon-spun hair raining around her delicate shoulders and dribbling down to brush her arms.
