Captured by the Bodyguard(13)

She shook her head firmly. “No; I’m not worried about that. And I’m not scared,” she said, meaning it. “I just…I guess I owe you an apology. I did all I could to make things difficult from the start. I haven’t been that cooperative –”

Her voice broke off and she seemed hesitant, almost as if she wanted to take a step forward, reach out her hand. But the almost imperceptible motion was stopped even before it could be acted upon.

“You’ve always done enough to make this job go as easy as it could for both of us. That’s all I would have asked. And it’s all I need,” he said stiffly, his whole body rigid in warning to him as well as to her. Whatever he saw playing on her expressive face, Cane didn’t want either of them to act on it. Their little physical brush earlier hadn’t really been perilous because the intruder got spooked and ran off. But she was probably a bit shaken inside and perhaps in shock now that she realized the danger was real.

That suddenly seemed enough to intensify the tension between them, making it solidify until Cane could almost feel it on his bare skin, causing a familiar throb in his treacherous cock.

Cane was alone with her in her bedroom, shirtless and filled with hormones raging too hard to be ignored for long. He had to get out, right now.

“You have a funny way of accepting my apology,” Alexandra said drily, before throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Okay; so I can imagine I haven’t given you the best opinion of me, but I do appreciate what you did tonight, what you’ve been doing since you started working as my bodyguard. Just…thank you.”

He nodded curtly, went to the now secured balcony doors and pulled the blinds closed. “It’s my job,” he said in a gentler tone as he walked up to her again. Not wanting to think about it first, he took her arm and turned it over, his eyes running over her smooth skin. “And if I was rough with you back there…when I grabbed you and tugged on your hair…I’m sorry.”

“You acted like a caveman,” she suddenly snorted on a laugh, but then there was a smoky glow in her eyes that suddenly made his throat catch. A part of him wanted to ask if she liked cavemen. If she liked it rough..liked to be dragged around, held down, her hair pulled….

Fuck. Now anything she said had him thinking about sex. With her.

Rough, passionate, red-hot sex the whole night long. No one or nothing holding them back, just the need of a man for his woman. Alexandra was right there, within his reach. Lord knows he’d wanted her bad enough almost from the minute they’d met.

That didn’t make her any less inaccessible though. And yet the more he shouldn’t want her, the more Cane seemed to crave her.

The moments ticked by and somehow he felt like she was waiting – they both were. It would take just one gesture to trigger something off and Cane knew he’d be body-slamming her on that bed, pushing her knees back up against her shoulders and sticking something – his tongue, fingers or cock – inside that sweet-looking pussy he’d merely glimpsed beneath her wet panties earlier.

Common sense however prevailed from somewhere beneath the blankets of lust. “You need to change,” he said calmly, remembering she still had her soaked underwear on beneath the kimono. “And then you need to get some rest. You have classes early tomorrow.”

Did he imagine the flash of disappointment that briefly crossed her eyes? Cane knew he’d probably imagined it. It didn’t matter. Whatever she thought she wanted, he couldn’t give it to her. He daren’t.

She stood there staring silently after him and Cane couldn’t get out of the room fast enough.



Chapter Six

A loud moan woke Alexandra up and it took moments to realize it had come from her.

She straightened from the pillows as she recalled the events of that night which still haunted her. This time she’d slept more soundly than she thought she would. Maybe because her dreams had been full of Cane…

God, he was so hot. So freaky sexy it made her ache to have him near her. Sometimes she couldn’t stand it. The way he moved; the jewel-like gleam in his eyes; the way his silky dark hair rested flat on the back of his head that made her want to smooth over it with her fingers…

That fateful night days ago had been frightening in a sense, especially when someone had grabbed her from behind. She felt stupid now, realizing she should have known it was Cane.

And yet instead of focusing on the fact that it was now confirmed there was someone after her, all Alexandra could think of was how she had felt, lying against Cane as the shower had poured over their bodies. He’d held her tightly against him and she’d felt it…his arousal.