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Wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted to fuck and taste and take the way I wanted to do with her.
Drag her right out of those scrubs and spread her out on the breakroom table and pound this need out of my body.
Didn’t like being distracted this way. Thoughts wayward and errant.
Had too much shit in my life to keep straight without slipping up this way.
But fuck, this girl emitted some kind of gravity.
I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned against the doorframe. “Yeah. Adult tooth is already right there, so he won’t be going hungry any time soon.”
The softest smile kissed the edge of her lips. “I thought I could see it.”
She stared across at me. Awareness stretched on a taut, keening band.
“How’s that tat?” I asked, voice rough with this unfound greed.
Redness splashed her cheeks, no doubt envisioning that night, the tension that’d strained, the suggestion I’d made right before she’d left.
She gave a slight lift of that arm. “It’s almost healed. It’s just a little flaky.”
“Wouldn’t mind taking a peek at it.”
Caution marred her brow. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
But I was already pushing from the jamb and moving across theroom, slow yet sure, unable to stop the urge from towing me across the room.
“Yeah, I think it is,” I rumbled.
Because there was something about her that wouldn’t let me stay away.
TEN
CHARLEIGH
What was he doing?What was he doing?
A sliver of fear rattled my nerves and his energy lashed, the clash of the two whipping the room into disorder.
Surprise and apprehension had me shifting the rest of the way around, defenses skyrocketing while the intrigue I couldn’t shake flared. My breaths came short as I watched him cross the small breakroom, though he did it slowly, a panther that stalked its prey.
With each step he took, I pressed myself deeper against the lockers, the metal cold against my back.
Hitched there and unable to move.
He stepped up close to me.
Too close.
Close enough that I inhaled his volatility. The taste of violence and destruction on my tongue, though there was something about it that was dangerously sweet.
I wasn’t sure how one man could appear so terrifyingly beautiful. Face hewn in sharp angles, lips pink and plush.
I didn’t want to be afraid, but I couldn’t stop the flutter of unease at his proximity, old wounds urging me to shrink inside myself.But maybe I was more alarmed that the urge to sink into the heat he emitted was more prominent than any fear.
I’d thought of his parting words too many times over the last ten days.
“Think you should go before I ask you to spend the night with me.”
