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Chapter Seven

Now

I moan, pressing the vibrator against my clit and picturing Nix above me, that damn smile on his face just before he leans down to kiss me. Imagining how it would feel to have him slip inside me, I moan again, flashes going off behind my eyes as an orgasm rocks through my body and I hold my vibrator in place until my body stops clenching. With a sigh, I toss it next to me on the bed and throw my arms above my head. Nix has been on “bodyguard detail” for two weeks and it’s scary how easily he and I fell into this rhythm together. During the day, one of my brothers is with me but every night, Nix shows up and stays over, sleeping on the couch.

I thought, for sure, that my brothers would object to Nix being around me so much but it seems he’s won them over completely. Not that I can blame them. He’s really starting to win me over, too. The more time I spend with him, the more my walls begin to crumble but I wonder more and more if I can really do this. The more I get to know Nix, the more I want to know and I crave the way he’s able to put me at ease when I start to feel like I’ll never be free of Ryan. Nix is truly incredible – smart, funny, sweet, and sexy as hell.

The only real problem with him being here so much is that the sexual tension in my apartment is so thick I sometimes have trouble even forming a thought. It really doesn’t help that Nix tends to walk around without a shirt on, either. I swear, it’s like he’s trying to break me by showing off his large shoulders, bulging pecs, and ripped abs, The first time I caught sight of the V leading into his faded jeans, I almost spit coffee all over the kitchen table.

Sighing, I drag myself out of bed and pull on a pair of jeans before opening the door and stepping into the living room.

“You know, I could help you out with that, Sweetheart,” Nix says, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. He’s wearing only jeans and my mouth goes dry as I let my gaze rake over his body.

“What?” I barely get the word out, too distracted by his nakedness.

Jesus.

Look at his abs!

My mouth waters as I think about running my tongue down them to the band of his boxer briefs poking out over his jeans. I bite down on my lip and my eyes skim over the growing bulge in his pants, wondering what he would sound like groaning my name. It sends a wave of need straight between my legs.

“I said,” he starts, adjusting himself and I notice he’s getting hard before quickly looking away. “That anytime you want a little help with that, I’m at your service.”

Huh?

Glancing up at his face, I know I’ve been caught ogling him and he smirks, enjoying my torment.

“Help me with what?”

“I heard you, baby.” He delivers that statement with a wink. I tilt my head and scowl in confusion for a moment.

He heard me?

When I finally grasp the meaning of his words, my eyes shoot wide in surprise, and a blush creeps up my cheeks. I slap my hand over my mouth and my body floods with embarrassment but then, in the back of my mind, I imagine Nix touching me the way I was just fantasizing about in my bedroom and my belly flips in excitement.

He smirks, sliding one hand into the pocket of his jeans and it pulls them down a little, showing me even more of that “V”. Glancing up at his face, he slowly raises his cup and takes a sip of coffee before licking his lips and I feel like my knees are going to give out right here in the middle of the living room.

Sweet mother Mary…

“What do you say?” he asks, letting his gaze fall down my body and I take a little bit of satisfaction in the fact that I’m not the only one struggling here but when I try to think of a response to him, my mind blanks. I can’t get thoughts of him out of my mind – kissing me, licking me, fucking me – and I think I’m going to go crazy.

This is a bad idea.

I repeat that mantra to myself again and again but it doesn’t help. Maybe if I say it enough times, my body will start to believe it because right now it doesn’t give a shit that getting involved with Nix would be a terrible idea. Or maybe, and this could just be the lust talking, but maybe it isn’t the worst idea in the world.

“In your dreams, big boy.”

He laughs. “Oh, sweetheart, the things in my dreams, the things I’ve thought about doing to you, would make you blush a whole lot more than that.”

All the air rushes out of my lungs and my core clenches at the thought as a blush creeps up my cheeks. I look down, doing anything to avoid his eyes because the dirty promises spelled out in them just might be enough to make me give in. I need air.

If I stay in this apartment for another second, I can’t be held responsible for my actions. I’m only so strong and letting Nix in could very well be the thing that ruins me. I hate this feeling, like I’m stalled in the middle of the highway – my fear making it impossible for me to move to save myself. Not that I know that right answer anyway.

“I…uh…I have errands to run,” I stutter, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

“All right, just give me a second and I’ll come with you.”

With my hand on the doorknob, I pause and blow out a breath. “I haven’t heard from Ryan since that night. I think you guys can lay off the protection detail.”