I couldn’t give a single fuck if this Leroy dude dies— if Brynne is after him, he probably deserves it. But what I do care about is her potentially getting hurt. She’d probably slap me silly for underestimating her like that but it only takes one mistake, one chance and she’s dead.
I won’t have it.
“Ready to go?” Brynne asks with a soft voice, her fingers tangled together in front of her. She must think that I’m having second thoughts with my radio silence. Her eyes scan over my face, looking for the sign of doubt but she won’t find it. I’m exactly where I want to be.
Rising to my full height, I carefully push the chair back underneath the table and bring the back of her hand to my lips.She smells fresh and sweet, like a tropical cocktail. I press my lips to the back of her hand and watch through hooded eyes as her skin flushes pink. “I’m more than ready, love.” She smiles sweetly as I link my fingers through hers, allowing her to guide me back through the house towards the front door.
My eyes fixate on the sway of her hips, the way her ass jiggles with every step. From now on, she’ll always walk in front of me.
Once Brynne has locked the front door, I keep her hand in mine, refusing to lose her touch as we take the short walk over to my car. I’m reluctant to release her hand but I do, then I pull open the passenger door for her.
“Your ride, my lady.” I swing my hand inside as a gesture for her to climb in. The apples of her cheeks grow pink as she grins up at me. “Quite the gentleman, aren’t you?” Her tone is teasing as she begins to slide into the car with ease.
“I can be, if that’s what you want?” There’s a heat brewing in my voice as I lean inside the car to buckle her in. I know she can do all this by herself but there’s something inside of me that wants to do everything for her, to provide for her, to make sure she doesn’t have to lift a finger again.
She allows me to pull the seatbelt over the swell of her breasts, all the while her burning gaze never leaves mine. Faces inches away from each other. “I’d quite like that, along with other things.”
The sound of the seatbelt locking into place echoes around the small space that surrounds us. She’s trapped in here with me now.
Gently I run my fingers over the seatbelt, feeling her chest rise and fall in quick succession; in the silence, I hear her breath stutter when I whisper my fingers over her collarbone.
“Keep looking at me like thatlove, and I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” I say with a low tone, causing her eyes to widenfor a fraction, then before she has the chance to say anything I close the door on her and make my way over to the driver's side.
Holy fucking shit balls. I’m about to beg this fine-ass man to fold me like a deck chair and screw me from behind. Which isn’t very badass, serial man-killer of me but a girl clearly has needs, and Kincaid is testing every one of them.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. How to play me like a fucking fiddle, and it’s making me a desperate mess. My stomach clenches with need as I watch him round the car with ease, a sense of authority surrounding him like a swarm of killer bees.
Kincaid demands my attention without even asking for it.
The smoky yet sweet smell of his aftershave envelopes me as he slides into the car. His toned body melts perfectly into the seat, like it was made for him in mind and being this close to him almost has me gasping for air.
What the fuck is wrong with me? A hot, and respectful dude takes me out to dinner and I’m ready to lay on my back like a submissive dog.
It won’t be long before he has me barking.
The thought has me choking and I try to hide it with a cough behind my hand.
“Everything alright, love?” I expected a teasing tone from Kincaid but instead I’m met with genuine worry. His brows lift and he places a gentle hand on my arm to comfort me.
I clear my throat again. “I’m fine, just a cough that’s all.” I give him a genuine smile.
“We can reschedule if you’re not feeling well, I don’t mind?”
God, why the fuck does he have to be sonice?So fucking caring and genuine, not even the knowledge of him being a corpse fucker is enough to send me running to the hills. There must be something wrong with him, there has to be.
Maybe he has pineapple on pizza? That must be it. Or he wears socks to bed.There’s no way, after all the shit I’ve dealt with in my life, that a man like Kincaid would want me.
I shove away the sour thoughts and place my hand over his. “No, I want to go to dinner. I’ve been really looking forward to it.”
Kincaid smiles, showing off his perfect teeth. There’s also a small dimple at the left side of his mouth that I never noticed before. It’s cute.
Add cute to the list of things that Kincaid is.
He clasps my hand between his and starts to caress the top of my hand with his thumb. The metal ring that adorns it spins with every stroke. It’s enough to send me into a blissful sleep.
“Me too, I just hope you like where I’m taking you. You like Mexican food, right? Because if you don’t, I’m sorry but I’ll have to kill you.” He deadpans.
I want to say that he’s joking but with hisactivities,I’m going to assume that he’s being truthful, unless I’m the exception.
