“Jesus,” he managed.
Footsteps, my friend racing up the spiral stairs.
Oh, hell, no.
The two of us glanced at each other and I wasn’t certain which of us acted first. The mysterious stranger didn’t try to stop me when I fumbled my way off his body, sliding onto the floor with absolutely no grace.
I barely had the towel wrapped around me when Emmeline rushed into the room with a curious look on her face that quickly dissolved into one of anger. “Jaxon.”
Her happy to see me expression slowly faded when she shifted her eyes from where I stood clutching the towel to the man who appeared even more disheveled than before.
I could only imagine what she was thinking.
The curiosity was answered very quickly when she slapped her hands on her hips, her lips pursing, an exclamation flowing, and a demand that was more like a slap in the face.
“What in the hell is going on?”
CHAPTER 13
Jaxon
Anna.
The lyric of the two syllables rolled off my tongue much like the taste of her pussy had the night before. What were the odds of seeing her three additional times?
Zero.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been attacked, tackled, yelled at, and accused of being a thief by anyone.
I’d dealt with a number of criminals who’d believed themselves highly skilled and easily able to outmaneuver members of the Prince family. They’d tried and failed. While some had been arrogant pricks, none were so defiant and sure of themselves as the Italian brunette with a perfect aim.
My vision was still a little foggy, but the hard blow on the head hadn’t destroyed the attraction I felt to the mysterious woman.
At least now I knew her name.
My head wasn’t the only ache occurring in my body. I’d been fully aroused from almost minute one. Even while blood was dripping into my eyes, I’d thoroughly enjoyed the rough play. With her long and very strong legs, she’d reminded me more of a wrestler than a tiny woman.
Fuck. My cock was still hard even now, the hunger off the charts.
I slipped my fingers under my nose, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy. Her being in the house was just an irritation, but potentially a deadly one. Touching her had been completely, ridiculously wrong yet had felt so damn right. Now all I could think about was making good on the promise I’d made.
The primal side of me, something that almost every man had buried beneath layers of education and forced denial, wanted to possess her. I’d had to fight the all-consuming need to fuck her like some wild animal. When had I been so close to losing control with a woman before? I honest to God couldn’t remember.
Sure, I was a man with needs. I fulfilled them from time to time, but with women eager and willing to do my bidding.
Not with angry, murderous chicks with enough upper body strength to do serious damage.
Who the hell was this girl and why was my libido acting like I was seventeen years old all over again?
Only in discovering a partial identity, I’d been made aware she was supposed to be here in this house. At least according to Emmeline.
Who wasn’t happy to see us both together. At least certainly not in the condition we were in. Me with blood all over my face and Anna wearing nothing more than a towel.
“I came here to fix the toilet like you asked, Emme,” I answered. “What I discovered troubled me.”
And as luck would have it, Anna answered at the same time. “And I had the opportunity to come earlier than I told you. I’d just taken a shower and a nap when this… man appeared in the bathroom. I thought he was a thief. At first.”
Emmeline rubbed her eyes. “Uh-huh. All plausible except it’s obvious you two know each other. I take it from last night’s event. Madame Novikov was far too eager to see you there. What the hell was I thinking?”
