“I’m still not apologizing for the way I found out. But I am sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t trust me. Especially when you came to the compound in the shape that you did. You could have said something sooner with all of this.” I cupped her cheek.
“I had to trust you, remember.”
I nodded. “Then can I trust you to come to me with everything no matter what’s going on?”
“I can try.”
Chapter 23
Amelia
He was cute when he wanted something. And the way he was looking at me, he wanted something else that I was afraid wasn't the right place for it.
“What’s going to get you out of my hair?” I asked, tossing things in the trash before I was going to end up on the counter or somewhere with his hands all over me, which wouldn’t have been the worst idea.
“Let me take you out,” Shooter challenged.
I stopped dead in my tracks. “I’m sorry, are you asking me out on a date?”
He stood up, stalking around the table. “And what if I am? You gonna say no to me?”
I thought about it, thinking about making him work for it. A playful grin appeared on my face. “Maybe.”
He approached me, his heat coming off his body, and he slowly dropped down to his knees, “But what if I ask very nicely? You can’t say no to a man that’s on his knees for you.”
A vision of him staring up at me, on his knees, made me dripping wet. The thought of him inches away from mythrobbing pussy made him look irresistible, especially knowing the man had many talents of lapping up every inch of me.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, inching him closer to where I knew he was craving. Even on his knees his head hit my mid stomach. “You don’t play fair.”
“I play to keep.”
“The phrase is to play to win.”
He shook his head. “I already won, so I play to keep.”
Damn, he was good. He knew all the right things to say.
“Why would you want to date me, Shooter?” I tried to act all cutesy, but he was about to shock me a little more.
His chin rested on my belly. “To show you that you can let go and be you. Maybe I wanted to make you smile. Maybe I’m a little selfish and want more moments of your time with me.”
“You want all that?”
“And more, but only when you’re ready. But you’re the only woman that can bring me to my knees.”
I pulled on him to get him up off the floor. He knew what he wanted, that was for sure. His rough hands cupped my cheeks, his intoxicating eyes staring back at me. I licked my lips, trying to entertain the idea of being around me more, to be myself. “I thought I could let go, but sometimes, the darkness only follows.”
He brought his forehead to mine. “Sometimes darkness shows you the light. You can show me all those dark parts, the parts that are hidden. I can take it.”
I laughed. “I think I prefer you to be a bit more psycho than this mushy man.”
“Peaches, I can be both.” He pulled me into another breathtaking kiss, one that silenced all the doubts that swarmed my head. There was so much that he didn’t know that wasn’t how fucked up my life was, but the ideas that lulled me intofantasies that would stay fantasies. His chaotic soul called to mine as my lips tingled from the heat of the kiss.
I was the one that wanted more. The one with butterflies in her stomach. It wasn’t going to hurt and live a little, right? Especially when a man like Shooter bats his little eyelashes and smiles so pretty.
“Fine. I get off at seven, it was six but I’m having to do passdown this time. Then you can take me out.” He started to light up like the fourth of July, leaning in for a kiss, I stopped him, pressing my hand against his mouth. “But you can’t keep kissing me. Not unless you don’t want me to get off on time.”
“It’s cute that you think you could stop me. I have plans for you,” he said, suspiciously. He circled his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. “Is it seven yet?”
