She forced a smile and shook her head. She was beyond capable of forming complete sentences. It was better to stick with nonverbal responses. Cleo tried to keep her eyes on his face, but his chest was too distracting. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless. He’d done it plenty of times for the fights in the cages, but she’d never gotten an up close view.
“Cleo.” He growled and her gaze shot up to meet his stare.
“I’m sorry to bother you…”
“You’re not.”
“Okay.” She laughed nervously. “Um…”
Before she could finish her thought, he wrapped his hand over her wrist, pulled her inside his bedroom, and slammed the door shut. She’d been in his room to clean but never when he was present. It felt different.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
He cocked his brow. “Then why are you knocking on my door?”
Technically that was Gent.But she wasn’t going to share that tidbit of information.
“I was just getting ready to leave for work, and I thought I’d…” She cleared her throat. “Stop by and say hi. So, hi!”
His gaze narrowed and dropped down her body, inspecting. “Going dressed like that?”
She nervously shifted on her feet. “Well, sometimes I dress up a little for work.”
In a sundress to clean dirty bedrooms?Never.
He pinned her in his stare. “No, you don’t.”
No, I don’t.
Wraith moved closer, grasping her jaw and forcing her to look at him. His eyes fell to her mouth.
“You also don’t wear that shit either.”
She was being completely exposed. She turned her head, but his grip tightened.
He reached past her, grabbing a tissue from the dresser and handing it to her. “Take it off.”
She wiped her lips, licking them to make sure it was completely off, then tossed the tissue in the garbage can near his dresser.
So much for trying to look pretty for him. Obviously, Wraith wasn’t impressed in the slightest.
“It didn’t look good?” she whispered.
His gaze softened, and he inched closer. “I don’t like the way that shit tastes.”
How it tastes?
Before she could wrap her head around the comment, Wraith had her pinned against the wall and kissed her. She fumbled slightly, completely caught off guard. It wasn’t their first kiss, but it was aggressively initiated by him.I like this.Wraith had shown a certain restraint when it came to touching her. It was as if he was letting his walls down.
When he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up, she slipped her arms over his shoulders, angling her head to deepen the kiss. The coarse hair of his beard sent a biting tingle around her mouth. It should’ve been a distraction. Instead, it fueled her desire, and she locked her arms around his neck, wanting more.
He carried her to his bed, dropped her back to the mattress, and the hem of her dress slid up her thighs. She scissored her legs, driving it up an inch more. If he needed a hint of where she was hoping this would lead, Cleo was going to give it to him.
Unfortunately, Wraith seemed to be cautious. His body hovered over hers, but they were barely touching. Without much thought, she spread her legs, wrapping them around his thighs and pulling him over her.
He emitted a feral growl when she swiveled her hips, driving her core against his cock. He dropped his hand to her neck and slid over her chest, squeezing her breast. On pure instinct, she jutted forward. Even through two layers of cotton, his fingers teased her nipple and heat raced through her blood.
