tongue only
to find red tinged saliva. She had bit hard enough to draw blood. He narrowed
his eyes.
“Goddamnit! I just
came in here to bring you something to eat.”
She looked up at
him defiantly. “Then get off me.”
“You’re the one
who started this,” he said looking down at her.
“You cornered me,”
she shot back.
Ty closed his eyes
for a moment. She was right. He did corner her. Inhaling, he opened his eyes. “Maybe,”
he said, conceding with a half grin, letting the simmering anger cool.
“Let me go,” she
said.
“I’m not sure I
can do that now,” he said and the smile disappeared, he released the handful of
hair and put his hand on her cheek, running his thumb over her lips. “And I
don’t think you really want me to.”
“Please don’t.”
He shrugged an
apology. “Sorry, babe.” But being this close to you, I couldn’t stop if I
tried. The silent admission troubled him and he studied her face, moving
his hips gently, circling, teasing, grinding, throbbing against the fabric of
his jeans.
“Jessie, what am I
going to do with you?” He scanned her face, the flush in her cheeks, the
alternating heat and plea in her eyes. Gaining control, he laid his forehead on
the concrete next to her, closing his eyes.
“Goddamnit,” he
whispered tasting his own blood. He lay on top of her until his heart rate
slowed to a normal pace.
“Damn it,” he said
and rolled his head so he could see her face. She was looking away from him but
he could still see the curve of her neck and the smooth skin of her cheek and
for a second, he understood completely why Mike was so in love with her.
This cannot
happen .
It just can’t .
He shot to his
feet and left the room.
* *
* *
Jessica rolled,
getting to her hands and knees and glanced at the tray. A bountiful breakfast
of fruit decorated the plate and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice sat
next to it. Her head dropped and she blinked back tears blurring her vision.
Damn him!
The way he looked
at her was different, like she was no longer a possession, and God help her,
when he said her name, it melted her to the core and that worried her. Worried
her a great deal, but the fact he stopped gave her a sliver of hope.
She needed to work
this, to milk it for all it was worth and maybe, just maybe, she could walk out
of here alive. Maybe Bedroom Eyes was her ticket out of this hellhole.
She crawled into
the bathroom and instead of a shower; she filled the tub and slid into the hot
water, leaning her head back against the ceramic lip. A quick glance toward the
hiding spot of the key and she closed her eyes, mulling over how she could manipulate
him into helping her.
He stopped and he
didn’t ask her to beg. Both significant if the videos he played for her were a
real representation of his attitude. Today he didn’t follow that path; today he
softened and tried to kiss her.
Her brow creased.
In none of the
sultry film scenes did he give any indication of warmth. Passion and sexual
prowess, oh yeah, but warmth and depth, no, no sign of that in the videos he
took part in. She sighed, opening her eyes, reaching for the soap and froze.
He stood in the
doorway, his arms crossed; his head held low, glaring through those long dark
lashes. His biceps straining in the gray t-shirt he wore.
If she didn’t
think he was dangerous before, she sure did now. She shrunk back in the tub,
curling her legs. Her heart jumped in her chest and sweat broke out under her damp
hair, tickling her scalp.
“Get out,” he
commanded.
“I’m not ready
to,” she challenged, ignoring the metal taste of fear in her mouth.
His hands curled
into fists. “Get out,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t think
so,” Jessica said and braced herself against the back of the tub.
In one stride, he
was next to the tub and knelt down, grabbing a handful of her hair.
Suddenly, her head
was under water and she flailed, her hands slipped off the smooth lip of the
tub
to find red tinged saliva. She had bit hard enough to draw blood. He narrowed
his eyes.
“Goddamnit! I just
came in here to bring you something to eat.”
She looked up at
him defiantly. “Then get off me.”
“You’re the one
who started this,” he said looking down at her.
“You cornered me,”
she shot back.
Ty closed his eyes
for a moment. She was right. He did corner her. Inhaling, he opened his eyes. “Maybe,”
he said, conceding with a half grin, letting the simmering anger cool.
“Let me go,” she
said.
“I’m not sure I
can do that now,” he said and the smile disappeared, he released the handful of
hair and put his hand on her cheek, running his thumb over her lips. “And I
don’t think you really want me to.”
“Please don’t.”
He shrugged an
apology. “Sorry, babe.” But being this close to you, I couldn’t stop if I
tried. The silent admission troubled him and he studied her face, moving
his hips gently, circling, teasing, grinding, throbbing against the fabric of
his jeans.
“Jessie, what am I
going to do with you?” He scanned her face, the flush in her cheeks, the
alternating heat and plea in her eyes. Gaining control, he laid his forehead on
the concrete next to her, closing his eyes.
“Goddamnit,” he
whispered tasting his own blood. He lay on top of her until his heart rate
slowed to a normal pace.
“Damn it,” he said
and rolled his head so he could see her face. She was looking away from him but
he could still see the curve of her neck and the smooth skin of her cheek and
for a second, he understood completely why Mike was so in love with her.
This cannot
happen .
It just can’t .
He shot to his
feet and left the room.
* *
* *
Jessica rolled,
getting to her hands and knees and glanced at the tray. A bountiful breakfast
of fruit decorated the plate and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice sat
next to it. Her head dropped and she blinked back tears blurring her vision.
Damn him!
The way he looked
at her was different, like she was no longer a possession, and God help her,
when he said her name, it melted her to the core and that worried her. Worried
her a great deal, but the fact he stopped gave her a sliver of hope.
She needed to work
this, to milk it for all it was worth and maybe, just maybe, she could walk out
of here alive. Maybe Bedroom Eyes was her ticket out of this hellhole.
She crawled into
the bathroom and instead of a shower; she filled the tub and slid into the hot
water, leaning her head back against the ceramic lip. A quick glance toward the
hiding spot of the key and she closed her eyes, mulling over how she could manipulate
him into helping her.
He stopped and he
didn’t ask her to beg. Both significant if the videos he played for her were a
real representation of his attitude. Today he didn’t follow that path; today he
softened and tried to kiss her.
Her brow creased.
In none of the
sultry film scenes did he give any indication of warmth. Passion and sexual
prowess, oh yeah, but warmth and depth, no, no sign of that in the videos he
took part in. She sighed, opening her eyes, reaching for the soap and froze.
He stood in the
doorway, his arms crossed; his head held low, glaring through those long dark
lashes. His biceps straining in the gray t-shirt he wore.
If she didn’t
think he was dangerous before, she sure did now. She shrunk back in the tub,
curling her legs. Her heart jumped in her chest and sweat broke out under her damp
hair, tickling her scalp.
“Get out,” he
commanded.
“I’m not ready
to,” she challenged, ignoring the metal taste of fear in her mouth.
His hands curled
into fists. “Get out,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t think
so,” Jessica said and braced herself against the back of the tub.
In one stride, he
was next to the tub and knelt down, grabbing a handful of her hair.
Suddenly, her head
was under water and she flailed, her hands slipped off the smooth lip of the
tub
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