No, I was going to do it because he was Raiden, a gentleman, a hero. A man who, as a boy, went through terrible things and came out amazing because that was just who he was and he deserved someone who cared enough to put the effort in to fix him.
I didn’t want to change him. What he did was who he was and however that progressed I knew he was the kind of man that I would have to leave that alone.
That would be up to him.
But I was going to right the damage because I cared enough to put the effort in.
Instead, I told him, “I’m totally Peggy Sue, Raiden, and you do what you do and obviously you intend to keep doing it, but you should know I’m going to ignore that and keep right on being Peggy Sue.”
“Thank fuck,” he replied so immediately I blinked.
“Sorry?”
“You gotta know my work because you gotta know me,” he explained. “Now you know it. But from now on, it doesn’t touch you. So you keep bein’ you because that’s you but also because that’s exactly what drew me to you, baby.” He grinned. “That and your long-ass legs and that sweet ass, and, bein’ honest, your great tits and fantastic fuckin’ hair.” I rolled my eyes, his grin got bigger and he kept talking. “But, back on track, bottom line, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I liked that. All of it, including the stuff about my legs, booty and the rest.
So I smiled.
Then I relaxed.
Raiden felt it.
And I felt him relax.
Then he wasted no further time and kissed me.
It was nice, but too short.
I would know why when he broke it, looked me in the eyes and stated, “Now that’s done, time for a tour of your house. A tour that’s gonna end in your bedroom.”
His words made me shiver.
I was about to have sex with an amazingly gorgeous, criminal underworld bounty hunter with questionable ethics that at least made sense to him, even if they didn’t entirely make sense to me. He was dangerous. He was damaged. He was into me. I instinctively knew this was not the end of my world shifting because Raiden Ulysses Miller entered it.
And still…
I could not wait.
Chapter Twelve
Trust It All to Me
The tour of my house didn’t last long, and as Raiden said, it ended in the bedroom.
It lasted long enough that by the time we got there my breasts had swelled and my legs were trembling so much I didn’t know how I stayed standing.
That didn’t mean I didn’t watch closely as he entered my room. I was unbelievably gratified when he took in my intricately scrolled white iron bed; the frills, the flowers, the pastel pinks, blues and greens, and I saw his face get soft. His lips quirked and I knew he liked it.
I definitely knew I liked Raiden in my room and this did have to do with the fact that I spent a fair amount of time imagining him right there.
And there he was.
Right there.
I enjoyed this feeling for a second before he took my hand and led me to the bed, then I was back to concentrating on my breasts swelling and my legs trembling so badly I found it hard to stay upright.
Once we got to the bed, though, he did something strange.
He sat on the side, opened his legs and pulled me between them, but then he let my hand go and both of his spanned my hips in a firm way that said without words I was to stay right there.
I stayed right there.
He tipped his head back to look at me.
“Downstairs, you made a decision,” he stated quietly, and my breath started to quicken.
He was very right. I did.
I nodded.
“I know it freaked you, baby, but I hope you come to understand what I gave you downstairs was a gift that, in giving, means a fuckuva lot to me.”
I could see that already so I nodded again.
He took in my nod, nodded back once and the pads of his fingers dug into my hips.
“I trusted you with that, Hanna. No one but the people I work with knows that shit about me. Not my Mom, my sister, not anybody.”
“I won’t say anything,” I assured hm.
“I gotta trust that, honey.”
This was big. I understood why, so to make my point my hands covered his at my hips and I whispered, “You can.”
Raiden studied me.
Then he said, “Okay.”
I let out a deep breath.
His hands slid up to my waist and his eyes held mine. “Now, you’ve had a lot happen. You’re learnin’ some serious shit and this is goin’ fast for you, but even so I’m gonna ask you to take more.”
Oh boy.
“Okay,” I replied but it was hesitant.
“Last night, you got off on what we did. I get who you are, where you come from, but you let yourself go with me and I loved that, every second. I’m gonna trust you with what I gave you downstairs and take it from you that since I’m sittin’ on your bed, you took that from me and still trust me. But I need you to trust it all to me.”
I was again confused. “Trust all what to you?”
“This,” his hands slid up to my ribs and tightened. “You. All of you. I want you to trust it all to me.”
I was right.
Oh boy.
“Raiden—”
“I like to play.”
I shut my mouth.
“You got a hint of that last night,” he went on.
A hint?
Oh God.
“Yeah?” he prompted.
Oh yeah, I got it, but I didn’t know it was a hint.