I don’t want him to tell me that he loves me and then cheat on me like the last guy I trusted with my heart. If I couldn’t trust the guy who was good on paper and who promised to my face that he would love every last inch of me for the rest of my life, why would I be able to trust a man who chillingly and remorselessly murders other people.
My throat tightens as my efforts to rationalize away my attraction for Zeb fail miserably. His body is too close for me to ignore, and while I might smell like the sweet mixture of lemongrass and cotton sheets from the motel soap, Zeb still smells like sweat and a thick coating of natural, masculine musk.
“I’m not your responsibility. Once… I… If I’m too much trouble to keep track of, you can send me back.”
“No,” Zeb shoots back, his hand dropping the washcloth and reaching possessively, and instinctively for my arm. My eyes immediately snap up to meet his intense pale blue gaze. “You don’t understand, Janelle. Ican’tlet you go. Ever.”
There’s something sinister in his tone as he says the last word. I don’t even bother trying to break free from Zeb’s tight grasp. I know that I couldn’t if I tried. He’s more than twice my size and as much as I trust him to protect me, there’s a dark and frequently visible part of him that scares me.
“I have a life, Zeb.”
“I would never take your life away from you, angel,” he says in a quiet, but insanely deep voice. He sounds exactly like what I imagine the devil would have sounded like. Hypnotic. Sexy. Like I want to cover my ears whenever he speaks, but I can’t. Instead, I bite down on my lower lip and try to think of something to say that will put my foot down completely.
Instead, Zeb touches my lips with his fingers. He’s so fucking sexy. And evil. And… he kisses me. Right there in the shower, for the second time since the day we met, Zeb kisses me and this time, it’s so different from the first time that I nearly stumble backwards. I take a step and nearly slip before feeling a large, sturdy arm behind me, holding me still and keeping me propped up – firmly against Zeb’s naked body.
Chapter Sixteen
Zeb
I’m letting my urges get the better of me. Kissing her was a mistake because now that I have her lips, I want the rest of her. Janelle could have been taken away from me, and then what? Killed. Tossed into a ditch. Anything could have happened to her and I’m lucky that I have her right in front of me, totally safe. She’ll be safer if she’s mine. She’ll be safer if I do whatever it takes to keep her bonded and attached to me.
I tell myself that what I want is what’s best for her, but it’s possibly just because I’m already too far gone. I still can’t tell how she feels. Most likely, she doesn’t trust men as far as she can throw them. The first night I met her, she told me that a man had been disloyal to her.
Maybe that’s what stands between the two of us at the end of the day. She needs me to kill that man to prove to her that I love her, I’ll always love her, and I’ll never abandon her. I pull away from that first kiss and Janelle looks wary. I let her regain her posture in the shower on her own without holding her up.
“I want you in my bed,” I tell her. “But when I take you to bed, I won’t let you go. So if you want to leave my side at any point, choose now.”
“Choose what? To sleep with you?”
“If you sleep with me, I take it as a sign of commitment, Janelle. I’m not like other guys. I don’t play games with my heart or my dick. God meant for us to love one person at a time.”
“Men always say they believe that.”
“Believe this, then.” I kiss her again. This time, she doesn’t wobble, and I feel a little jolt of insecurity that I can’t destabilize her twice with just my lips. That might change if I got on my knees between her legs. That might change if I ate her sweet pussy out all the way to her tight little butthole.
When I pull away from Janelle this time, my dick is hard like it’s going to break off my damn body. Blood rushes away from my brain towards my hardness. I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone, and if she says no to me, I frankly don’t know how I’ll handle it, no matter how much I want to believe that I’m a strong man in control of my urges.
“From the second I saw you, I knew I would kill for you, Janelle. If I take you to bed, I need you to know that I’m just as intense about everything else…”
My finger runs over the texture of her lips again. She shivers and moves closer to me, her hands slowly making their way over to my chest. If she touches me, she’ll feel my vulnerability, my pounding heart that beats out of control when I have to confess my feelings to her, but remains steady and unchanged when it’s time for me to take a life.
Her fingers touch my chest and her hands are slippery, wet and warmer than I expected. My cock jerks with desire for her and I move closer to Janelle again, so we’re standing next to each other and practically intertwined.
“Stop me,” I murmur, as I bend my head to kiss her. But she doesn’t. I tease her lips apart with my tongue and allow myself to kiss her again with even more intensity than the first time. I taste Janelle’s mouth properly this time. She moans softly when my lips first touch her. I think it's a surprise, or pure pleasure fromhow it feels. I like kissing her, especially because of her full lips, which protect our teeth from clashing together.
I tease her tongue. Play with every inch of Janelle’s flesh while I kiss her like she belongs to me.
I haven’t even dragged her into my bed yet, and I already want to find a place to tattoo Janelle with three special words…Property of Trigger…
My fingers sink into the flesh of Janelle’s curvy, full ass cheeks and my cock almost explodes just from touching her like this. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. The water pouring from the shower head fades from my awareness as my instinctive drive to please Janelle forces me to drop to my knees in front of her.
Any man who would cheat on this woman is out of his fucking mind. The right thing to do when encountering a treasure like this one up close is to get on your knees and worship her with your tongue. Janelle’s lower lips smell like a mixture of soap and the natural womanly scent that drives me wild with yearning for her. If I caught a whiff of this woman’s sweet pussy before this moment, I would have been completely incapacitated by my cravings for her.
Janelle looks down at me curiously until I kiss the lower half of her stomach, making it as clear as I can what’s coming next. She shivers and her stomach undulates as my lips make contact with her. She’s hot, so hot that it hurts me to slow down and taste her instead of plunging my dick between her soft, dripping folds.
Hot water pours all over both of us as my face moves eagerly towards Janelle’s mound and my tongue presses between her legs to taste her for the first time. The initial burst of flavor nearly pushes me to an intense orgasm. A burst of hot, slippery juices gushes from Janelle’s tightness as my tongue takes its few exploratory licks of her lower lips. I tease out which parts of herpussy lips are the most sensitive as I begin this first exploration and allow her to enjoy my tongue roaming all over.
I don’t know if anyone has ever tasted Janelle like this because she flinches and tightens her grasp on my head if I go anywhere she considers “too far”. Slowly, I tease around her clit when she gets too nervous and then move my head back to whatever part of her sweet lower lips I’m enjoying for my own pleasure as much as hers. Within a few minutes of this tender appreciation for Janelle’s curvy form, her breathing grows more shallow and from my position on my knees, I can feel the tension winding through her body.
