I hear her sobbing gently, her sniffles breaking my cold heart wide open. “I . . . I never . . .”
Nothing should make something as sweet as her cry. Ever. I lean down, bringing my lips close to one perfect shell-pink curve of an ear, and breathe deeply of her scent, which is undercut with the acrid stench of fear that still can’t overwhelm how beautiful she is. “Shh, let it out. I’ve got you.”
She quakes a few more times, burying her face in my chest as she clutches at me for a moment before taking a steadying breath, but even that sounds a bit shaky. She might have pulled herself together by sheer will, sealing over the cracks in her worldview with Scotch tape, but she’s still fragile, and that tugs at every heart string I have.
As she pushes back from me, a watery smile on her face, she’s trying so hard to be brave. “I’m not sure why I’m even crying. It’s just a lot to take in, you know? Guess I’m a bit overwhelmed. And mad! I’m mad I didn’t see what was going on when it was right there in front of my face. I feel stupid, and I’m definitely not. I was just focused on the wrong things and didn’t see the forest for the trees.”
Her voice is stronger by the end of her rant, her fire making me reevaluate just how fragile she is. I think she’s made of stronger stuff than I gave her credit for, and the momentary breakdown was the anomaly, not her usual default when things get tough. It’s an odd reassurance that her sweetness is tempered with some iron, like pretty cotton candy on a steel core.
I lay a light kiss to her forehead, comforting her, but the touch of her skin to my lips is like fire in my veins and blood rushes to my cock. “Meghan.”
The heat in my voice is evident, and she looks up at me, her eyes flickering too. “Yes.”
I don’t need another word as I drop to my knees on the carpet, and Meghan spreads her legs as wide as her skirt will go, letting me between her thighs. I press the growing bulge in my jeans against the side of the bed, looking for any relief as I get closer to her while trying my damndest to be respectful. She just saw a shooting, had a breakdown . . . the last thing she needs is my intensity. I force myself to sit back, making my jeans tighter to the point that my cock and balls are painful, but I take a deep breath, regaining a modicum of my unraveling control. “I think Dominick does a good job of hiding the truth from those he doesn’t want to see it. He’s cultivated an image of being a high-class businessman, and only those who need to know the truth do. Hell, some of the guys in his organization probably don’t even realize he’s The Boss at the very top. That’s the way he likes it. Low-key and calculated. But Meghan, I’m not lying when I call you an angel. You have no place in this mess, and I’m sorry you got caught up in it.”
I didn’t realize it, but I’ve been rubbing small circles on her thighs with my thumbs, soft and gentle but getting higher and higher.
Her breath hitches, and I can smell her arousal, like vanilla and sugar, as her muscles contract beneath my fingertips. She leans back, her shoulders thumping lightly against the wall as she bites her lip, looking down at me. “Shane?”
I force my hands to stop moving, instead grabbing hold of her thighs and squeezing her flesh with a tight grip. “Yes, Angel?”
“What are you doing to me?”
I clear my throat, but my voice still feels gravelly, rich with lust and need as I look up at her. “What I want to do is run my hands up higher, take your panties down, and bury my tongue so deep in your pussy that you scream my name the way I’ve been dreaming for weeks.”
She lets out a mewl, her hips fighting against my hold to lift toward me. “Oh, God. I’ve wanted that too.”
I squeeze one last time, forcing myself to let go as I roll back, my cock screaming in pain as my jeans nearly become a goddamn tourniquet. “But you already said you’re overwhelmed. I will never take advantage of you. That’s not how I do things. You’re not ready for this, for me. Not now.”
With all my willpower, I get to my knees and push to stand up, pressing a palm against my throbbing cock, hoping the attention will relieve the pressure, but it just makes me want to arch against my hand.
Meghan’s mouth opens when she sees the bulge in my jeans and a little squeak sounds out from her throat. “You’re . . . big.”
I force myself to stay still, not giving in to the urge to release the pressure of my zipper and show her exactly how big I am, but my cock jumps anyway, desperately wanting to be closer to her mouth as she sits forward, just inches away from my crotch. She watches me, the tip of her tongue coming out to trace one plump lip, and I have to turn away. “Fuck, Angel. Don’t look at me like that, all wide-eyed and open-mouthed. All I can think of right now is how much I want to slide my cock past those full, pink lips and into your hot mouth. I wonder if you could swallow me to the hilt?”
I tilt my head, watching her throat work as she swallows. “I wonder that too.”
Her voice is breathy, a sex siren so damn close to making me crash on her shores.
I rub my cock through the denim once more before balling my hands at my sides, wrangling control back of my lust-addled body before I need to punch myself in the thighs. “I need—”
Meghan interrupts, her voice soft as she looks up at me. “Yes.”
I smirk, wishing I could finish that sentence the way I want but knowing that I’m right, and fucking Meghan right now will only make her regret it more later.
A deep part of me says to do it anyway, fuck her and take what I want while she’s willing to give it. But I’m not an animal, and if I’m going to be between her thighs, I don’t want her to hate me for it tomorrow.
She’ll hate me enough from all this mess. I don’t need to add to my karmic bad shit list, so I hedge, turning away and squeezing my eyes shut. “I need you to take a shower, get cleaned up while I make some calls to see what the word on the street is. Then we’ll sleep for a few hours. I want to be back on the road by sunset. This place . . . it won’t be safe for more than twenty-four hours.”
My words don’t register for a split second, but when they do, her mouth closes hard enough that I hear her lips smack together, and I glance back to see her blushing, looking down and embarrassed by my denial. “Shane, this is maddening. One minute, you make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world and then you turn—”
I lift her chin again, meeting her blue eyes. “Angel, don’t do that. Never, ever doubt yourself. Fuck knows, I want you, but I’m trying real fucking hard to be a good guy here and keep my promise. You . . . you deserve a good man. Not me.”
She stands to study my face, her body so close to mine that my cock is straining for her. Her eyes soften, then sparkle, and I can see the sass in them before she even speaks. “Fine. I’m getting in the shower. But Shane?” She pauses dramatically, lifting to her tip toes and leaning toward me. “Nobody asked you to be a good man. And I happen to have some fantasies involving you . . . and a shower.”
With that parting shot, she bites at my jawline, the stinging flash of her tiny teeth on me making my blood boil. She turns to swish to the bathroom, but I reach out, smacking her ass through the denim miniskirt.