“I am not Crusher to you. Say my name, Hellcat.”
She watches me closely, her eyes dart down to my dick and then back up to my face. There’s heat in hers. She blushes. Another piece to the mystery that is Dani. I feel like I just keep unraveling them.
“Zander…”
Why does it feel like I won a fucking war when she says my name? Her eyes go back to my cock and stay there. She’s killing me.
“Come here, Hellcat,”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea…”
“I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had. Now get your ass over here.”
I wait to see what she does. I’m convinced she’ll turn and run. I’ve not pushed anything between us this last week, but hell everyone has a breaking point. I’ve reached mine.
When she takes a step towards me, stands in front of me and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, that’s when I tumble. I don’t do relationships. I don’t even chase after women. Dani made me break that second rule and right here, right now with her looking at me as if I might destroy her, but she still does it? I fall completely for this woman. There is no rhyme or reason. There hasn’t even been a great build-up. It just happens. She owns me in ways she’ll never know, because I’ll never tell her. The only thing she needs to know is that she is, mine.
I reach out and run my fingers through her hair, letting the dark curls weave around them, then I look into her eyes.
“Tonight you’re mine, Hellcat.”
My voice is hoarse and full of need, but I notice from the look on her face she’s pulling away because of panic. Before she can run away, I use the hold I have on her hair and pull her in closer to me.
“Zander…you’re all wet…I…”
“I’m about to make you just as wet, sweetheart. Just. As. Wet.” I whisper each word as if it was its own sentence, right before my lips touch hers. I forge into her mouth intent on conquering it. After a week of thinking of nothing else but getting inside this woman, I don’t have time to make it pretty, all I can show her is my need.
Chapter 11
Dani
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, Oh God. What am I doing?
The refrain plays over and over in my head.
“….now get your ass over here.”
That should make me run. I should tear out of the house and not look back. Instead I’m walking towards him. Can I do this? I want to. Oh God, I want to! Acknowledging that alone, scares the hell out of me.
I’m scared…no, check that. I’m terrified. I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing and then…he kisses me. It’s not like our previous kiss. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever had before. I didn’t even know kisses like this existed. He takes over my mouth. His hand is pulling my hair and pulling me into him. My body is not my own, it’s frozen. I can’t move, so when he pulls, I fall against him. His body is wet and warm to the touch, my hands rest on his stomach and he continues owning my mouth. I’m lost in the soft feel of his skin beneath my fingers, the taste of him, and the way his tongue completely devours me. I’m lost in the moment and it feels…great. What have I been afraid of?
His hands move down to my thighs. The pads of his fingers are rough and calloused and they tease against my skin, sending goose bumps down my spine. He breaks away for a minute and looks at me. I have always wondered what they meant in books when they said someone had obsidian eyes, but now I can see it—dark, mysterious and sexy as hell.
This last week has been torture. It’s been so long since my body has even had an interest in a man that I’ve spent each day wondering what I’m doing. I want the day to hurry and end, all so that I have an excuse to get in bed with Zander and let him hold me. When his arms go around me, I don’t worry. I don’t panic. I don’t do anything, but lie here and listen to him breathe, taking in his scent, his touch and feel at peace.
Still, it’s been building—this feeling to be closer to him, this need to touch him, taste him and see if he can make me feel normal. Is he someone I can trust? He’s giving up so much to stay here and take care of me. They captured Irish and really any threat there might have been to me, is gone. Still, he insists on staying here to keep me safe.
When I’m in his arms…I forget the past and all the reasons I shouldn’t want to get close to a man and I remember that I’m a woman and I have… needs. Zander awakens those needs. He has since I first laid eyes on him, but it’s worse since we’ve been living together. I’m tired of fighting it. I’m curious to know if it could be…good…
So, I’m standing in front of a naked Zander, his hands on my thighs, his fingers brushing underneath the rim of his t-shirt I’m wearing, and he’s looking at me as if I’m his next meal. I’m nervous, I’m scared, but I want him to consume me too. For once, I want to let go and experience…to feel.