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“What are you doing?”
“Sitting.” He brushed aside my hair before trailing his fingers down my neck. “Loving you.”
His short beard scratched at my skin as he sucked at my throat, and though I tried to enjoy the feel of him against me, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting toward the open doors at the back of the room.
The bedrooms.
Lee stilled, his mouth near my ear. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“What?” My attention darted back to him, to his studious eyes and the deep frown set in his face. He slid his hands down to my hips, his long fingers cradling my ass like he was trying to give me support.
“What’s wrong?” He tilted his head to one side. “And don’t tell me nothin’.”
A shiver raced through me and I swallowed thickly. “It’s just…” I couldn’t help myself, I looked to the bedrooms once again. It wasn’t until Lee’s hands loosened on my body that I thought to look back.
He leaned against the back of the couch and took my hands in his. “Not gonna do anything you don’t want, Kelly. You tell me no? Tell me to stop? I’ll do it. Want you too much to lose you again.”
“I want you too.” My voice cracked as I said it, my emotions pushing it up my throat. I was angry that I couldn’t just… do this. That I couldn’t just fall into his arms and his bed the way I would have before. And I was angry at myself for being angry because I knew my fears were real. I had every right to be afraid.
I didn’t want to be afraid anymore.
Especially not with Lee.
With slow, steady movements, he reached out and cupped my cheek. “You wanna see the place?” He rubbed his thumb over my cheekbone. “I can give you a tour. Or we can stay right here. Whatever you want.”
My head bobbed with a tiny nod. “I’d love a tour.”
He helped me off his lap, then let me hold his hand before he gestured toward the hall. He let me look around, and I took in the sparse counters in the kitchen and the bathroom before he turned to face me. The grin he wore was goofy and boyish and made me want to jump back into his arms as he walked backward down the short hall. He stopped just past the first door, and I took a look inside.
“It’s not much.” His closeness didn’t scare me as much as make me want to lean into him. “Thought you could help me decorate it.”
“Me?”
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Whole place could use a woman’s touch. ’Specially one as smart and beautiful as you.”
My cheeks heated and I pressed my lips into a straight line to keep my smile from tearing across my face. The room held nothing but a queen-sized bed, a single bedside table, and more unopened boxes.
I turned my face to his. “It might cost you.”
“Name your price, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“A kiss?”
His eyes flared and I swore I could feel flames bursting from them as he closed the distance between us. “That all?” He cupped one hand around my cheek and the other slid over my hip, pulling my body into his.
Rising onto my tiptoes, I let my breath ghost across his face. “I can think of a few other things.”
Lee let out a groan when my hands slid up his broad chest and gripped the back of his neck. The next minute I was in his arms again, my lips being crushed in a bruising kiss.
I barely noticed as he stumbled backward down the hall. Hardly cared that he walked right into another room. It wasn’t until he flopped onto his back, dragging me with him on top of the mattress, that I jerked my attention away from his wicked mouth.
My heart raced and my eyes flared as I clenched my fists and readied myself to fight. But I found no danger. Not in the bedroom. Not in Lee’s light grip on my hips. Not in the soft, ever-patient look in his eyes.
“Tell me what else you want.” His deep voice rasped out of him, rumbling through his whole body and rolling over mine. I could feel each and every word pulse through me, from my hands upon his chest to where my legs straddled his hips.
“I want to see you.”
His eyebrow hooked up, and it wasn’t until I forced myself to loosen my grip on his shirt and run my hands down his front that he understood. It felt like slow motion, watching him reach for the hem of his shirt before tearing it over his head.
