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Chapter Ten
Draven led the way into his home. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing. All he knew was that he didn’t want Cashea to leave. The sound of her gasp when his house came into view had done something to him. He had taken his time when designing the home. He’d tried to think of everything that would be needed in a sprawling country house on a ranch. When his father had approached him to come up with plans for the house, it had been years before he had retired. Why had he built a house this size? He’d like to think he had thought of everything that would be needed and desired in a home, but the one thing he was missing was someone to share it with.
But what he’d learned about himself by the time he had retired from the military was that he would be better off alone. At least that was what he had thought until he had met her. His hands were covered in blood for his country. He had become a monster all in the name of freedom. He was a soldier acting on orders.
Now he was no longer that person.
When Cashea looked at him, she didn’t see anything but Draven. He liked the way she took him in when she thought he didn’t know she was staring at him.
He swallowed hard as he led her through the house. It amazed him that he had led full battalions into battles and completed missions, but when it came to Cashea, he froze. He didn’t know how to be the man she would need. He wasn’t even sure what she wanted.
Hell, what did he want?
Peace.
He wanted that little piece of Heaven that he’d experienced with her. Her smile, her laugh, the softness of her skin against his had him feeling things he had never thought he would experience.
“You live here all by yourself?” she asked.
They had already been through part of thehome. He had figured by the way she’d reacted that she’d want a tour.
“Um, yeah. I do,” he said.
She followed behind him closely, and they went into the kitchen. He reached over and flipped the light on and didn’t miss the small gasp that escaped her. He stepped to the side as she brushed past him. Her big brown eyes were round as saucers. She moved to the center of the kitchen and walked over to the large island. She ambled around it, sliding her hand along the marble counter. Draven paid attention to her and her reactions. It was easy to see that she was impressed.
“Oh my, look at the stove.” She rushed over to the six-burner, name-brand stove that had set him back a pretty penny. It was said to be the best on the market. Not that he cooked much. He could do a little something in the kitchen if he needed to. “I’ve seen one like this on the home network, but I never seen it up close and personal.”
She flew around the room, squealing with delight at each discovery. Who the hell would be excited about appliances and pantries in a kitchen? Draven couldn’t take his eyes off her. She went over to the double doors that led out to theback porch. She pressed her nose to the window and tried to look out through the glass.
Draven pushed off the doorjamb and strolled over to the light switch for the back porch. He flipped it so she could see. He watched her expression light up. He wished it was daylight so she could see what he got to see every morning. There was nothing better than sitting out on the porch with a cup of coffee first thing when the sun breached the horizon. It was an amazing sight, and he wished he could share that with her.
His cold heart cracked.
Was he truly wanting more?
“Draven, you have a beautiful home.” She turned to him with a soft smile on her lips. She leaned back against the door. Her hand lifted and tucked strands of her dark hair behind her ear.
Draven’s gaze coasted from her big brown eyes, to her plump lips, to the swell of her breasts down to her wide hips. He stood before her, trapping her between him and the glass.
He reached up and cupped her face. She leaned into his palm, her eyes not wavering from his. Those plump lips of hers curved into a soft smile.
“Maybe one more night?” she whispered.
“Yeah.” Draven swooped down and capturedher lips with his. He couldn’t help himself. He was supposed to stay away from her, but she was wearing down on the walls he had erected around himself. Her sigh, the feeling of her large mounds crushed between them, and those small fingers of hers entwining themselves in the hair at the base of is neck had him in a desperate need to sink inside her.
He wanted Cashea, but he didn’t know how to tell her that.
He may not be a man who was good with words at the moment, but he would show her.
He broke the kiss and took his time blazing a trail of hot kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. He nuzzled the column of her throat and inhaled. Her perfume was intoxicating. He didn’t know what it was, but it would always remind him of her. His tongue slid along her skin, taking a taste of her.
Cashea’s fingers tightened in his hair. He welcomed the pain. Between that and the pleasure he was sure to find between her legs, it would prove that he was alive.
He reached for her shirt and tugged it over her head. His gaze greedily took her in. She had on a pale-pink lace bra that did nothing to hide her largedark areolas. Cashea didn’t hesitate to do the same to his shirt. They both found their way onto the floor. She traced the lines of his chest with her fingertips. She moved down to his abdomen until her fingers came to rest on his belt buckle.
“Cashea,” he murmured.
“Don’t speak.” Her finger came to rest on his lips. Her wide eyes met his as she shook her head.
