I blinked. “You think I’m beautiful?”
He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”
I smiled. “But a beautiful brat?”
“Get your beautiful, bratty ass in the car. Please.”
“Holy cheese, he said please!’”
Once inside, he blew out a heavy breath and fixed his eyes on mine. “I do want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone, but I would only hurt you, Cass. I—I can’t be what you need.”
“You don’t know what I need.”
“Trust me,I know.”
That outfit was killing me.
And she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra. I was ready to bust something by the time we finally rented the car and made it on the road. I refused to look at her or speak to her, scared I would press her against the nearest hard surface and lose myself inside of her.
Last night—holding her, sleeping next to her—was the first time I’d not woken up to a nightmare in I couldn’t remember when. Her warm body pressed against mine, her soft skin beneath my fingers. It was heaven.
And it was hell.
I couldn’t have her. Not like that. It wouldn’t be right. But giving her the cold shoulder wasn’t working as much as I’d hoped either. Honestly, it made me want her even more. The way she stood up to me and called me out on being an asshole. Jesus, she looked so damn sexy standing on the side of the road yelling at me. I wanted to throw her on the hood and fuck her right then and there.
Knowing her, she would’ve probably loved it.
I shifted in my seat, adjusting myself. I couldn’t think of shit like that. It was dangerous to us both. It also compromised my loyalty to Bodie. Just because he wasn’t here anymore didn’t mean I had the right to his sister. He asked me to watch out for her not fuck her. I also knew I had to keep an eye on her from afar, because if I ever had the chance to be inside of her, I would take it. And from then on out, she would own me completely.
I couldn’t let that happen.
Once we were on the road, she turned to me and asked, “Are you going to tell me why we’re driving all the way to Texas?”
I blew out a frustrated breath. The woman was relentless. “We’re meeting someone.”
“Who?”
“His name is Rowdy Lawter. He’s president of an MC that has some strong connections with Del Marco. I’m hoping he can help us.”
“How?”
“Why don’t you let me worry about that?”
“It’s my life on the line here.”
Fair enough.
Still, I didn’t think she needed to know everything. “Rodriquez worked for Dios Del Mal.”
“Holy shit. The drug cartel?”
I nodded.
“Do you think Bodie was involved with them?”
“I’m not sure. That’s what I’m hoping to find out.”
She was quiet for a while then she shifted in her seat to face me. “Can I ask you something?”
