He opens the door to his Range Rover and gives Joe a nod before opening the passenger door for me. He corners the bonnet and jumps into the driver’s side. After the day’s events, I’m exhausted, and I have no idea where he’s taking me.
As he pulls out of the parking bay, my body relaxes, knowing he’s putting some distance between us and Malcolm. “I’m sorry I took your car.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just know I can’t protect you if you insist on running from me all the time.”
“All right. I get it now. The threat of Malcolm is real. I still think you could have just told me. There was no need to play games.”
“Would you have listened?” He sighs. “Fine, I could have handled things a little better.”
“You think?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t give me any more of that sass woman, or I’ll have to punish you.”
I roll my eyes. He’s right about one thing, though. If I’d have known Malcolm was on my tail, I would have run away again. I’m tired of running, but I can’t seem to break the habit.
“One thing I don’t understand.” I chew on the inside of my mouth. “When you tampered with my car, what were your intentions? Was there even a BMW on my estate?”
He glances my way for a second. “My intentions were to take you home and hopefully you would let me in. We’d have fucked and I would have spent the night and eventually got you back to my place.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Wow. So confident, hunter.”
He shrugs. “You know it was inevitable.” A smile spreads across his face as if he’s reliving the shag we just had.
Shag probably isn’t the right word. It was more of a devouring from a beast who was sampling his first meal. My vag twitches with aftershocks each time I think of it.Traitorous bitch.
Dom clears his throat. “When I saw the BMW, it just meant I had to move things along at a faster pace. I wish we could have taken things at a slower pace and got to know each other better under different circumstances. But here we are.”
I let out a long breath, finally piecing things together. “It would have been nice to have been asked out on a proper date.”
“Would you have said yes?”
I hold back the smile, trying to break free. Of course I would have said yes. “Maybe. I don’t usually date older guys, but I might’ve made an exception for you after sampling your cheese toastie.”
He relaxes into the seat with a chuckle. “When Joe gave me the car keys, he said something about you wanted him to check on me. Make sure I was okay.”
“Don’t get any ideas thinking I care about you. I just didn’t want you to die at my hands and have the police be on my tail. Again. Still. Whatever.”
He chuckles again. “You may be the death of me yet, Red. Though tying me up won’t be the cause.”
“No? Maybe asphyxiation the next time I ride your face.”
“Well, that’s one hell of a way to go, but one sure way of killing me would be to leave me again. For good.”
My heart stutters. He’s not usually one for poetic conversation or pillow talk. But hearing him speak like that hints at a vulnerability I’ve not experienced from him before. I don’t want to leave him, but I never stay long in one place. Even without a threat, it’s just a habit to move on.
He shifts gears and turns onto the motorway. The tattoos on his forearm flex as his muscles tense. His driving has always been my porn, how he dominates the dark road.
I tear my eyes away from him, already feeling myself getting attached. I shouldn’t have slept with him. This always happens when I sleep with a guy. I can’t just have sex, I form this emotional attachment. Although sleeping next to him in bed probably solidified the bond we have.
I should have driven further afield, but I needed some quick cash, and this was the only place I could think of to get it. A few hundred quid hardly seems worth it now. I twist in my seat, allowing myself to enjoy the view of Dom driving for a little longer.
He’s all hard lines and pure man as he grips the wheel still wearing his shirt and trousers from this morning. I’ve never been bothered about guys in suits. At the casino, they were ten-a-penny. But the way the white fabric fits Dom’s chest, giving a glimpse of his black ink through the fabric, has me salivating. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows remind me of the same powerful arms holding me down earlier, and my walls clench again.
“Why me, Dom? Why do you care so much about me? We hardly know each other.”
He shifts in his seat, gripping the steering wheel as he clears his throat. “Your pa left when you were ten. Your ma packed up everything, and you lived off the grid, being home schooled until you ran away at sixteen.”
“How do you know—”
