Guarding His Obsession(4)

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Zoey





I just stare up at him as I debate my options. Everyone seems to think I need security, but I just can’t seem to wrap my mind around someone stalking me.

“I’m not sure this is all necessary.”

His dark green eyes narrow on me, the half-smile dropping from his face. Maybe he doesn't like me cutting through the bullshit as much as he thought.

“I’m standing in the middle of your apartment, and you didn't so much as scream. This is despite you knowing someone has been stalking you. I could have been that someone. Fuck. I could be that someone.”

I snort and roll my eyes.

“Yeah right, Hulk-man.” I pat him on the chest before resting my hand there. I start to rub. I only meant to do a quick pat, but now I can’t seem to remove my hand. I like the feel of him. I don’t think I’ve ever liked the feel of a man before. I don’t think I’ve ever had the urge to touch one before.

Once I let some CEO of a company I was working with kiss me. It was slimy and awkward and I hadn’t had the desire to try it again. I only did it that one time before because I wanted to see what it would be like to kiss. Why so many people always felt the need to do it.

“You think I couldn’t hurt you?” He grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his chest. The action makes me frown. Oh, I know he could hurt me, but someone like him would never stalk me. That just didn’t add up to me. If anything, I’d end up stalking him.

“Oh, I’m sure you could Hulk smash me.” Now that I’m not touching him, I bring my other hand up to his chest and continue doing what I was doing before, but he just grabs that wrist, too.

“Then why aren’t you worried?” His words are hard and laced with anger. So unlike the soft hold he has on my wrist. I could easily pull away with one good tug. Maybe.

“Someone like you wouldn’t stalk me. Maybe my sister. In fact, I don’t see anyone stalking me. There has to be a mix up.”

He gives a little tug on my wrist, and I fall into him, gasping when I feel his erection press into me.

“You’re hard.” The words pop right out of my mouth like they always do. I push myself further into him, wanting to feel it more.

“Shit,” he grunts before stepping back and releasing me. He starts to pace back and forth, reminding me of a caged lion at the zoo wanting out. I’ve clearly made him uncomfortable, and for someone reason that makes me uncomfortable. Normally, I don’t care what people think about the things that come out of my mouth.

“Maybe you should just guard my sister. I’m sure...” My words trail off when he stops prowling back and forth and his eyes lock on me.

“Already put someone on her.”

“So you agree it’s she who needs protecting?” I hate that I was right. For one, I don’t like the idea of my sister being in danger and two, my mind keeps going back to him sticking to me like Frodo to the ring.

“No. I one hundred percent think someone wants you, and they’ll use anything to get to you.”

“I just don’t get it.” I shake my head.

“There isn’t anything to get. Just let us do our job and we’ll find the asshole. And we’ll keep both of you safe in the meantime.”

I drop my bag to the floor and take a deep breath. My mind seems to be going down an endless tunnel of whos and whys. I just can’t seem to grasp at anything.

I feel a finger lift my chin and find myself looking at him. My glasses slide back on my nose. I didn’t even hear him move towards me.

“I can protect both of you. Your sister, too. I know it will make you both feel better knowing you’re safe. What can it hurt? You won’t even notice I’m around.”

“That’s highly improbable. You’re ginormous and look like a male sex god.”

“You can’t say shit like that to me.” He runs a hand through his hair like I’ve made him uncomfortable. So much for cutting through the bullshit.

“Sorry. I—”

His mouth hits mine, cutting off my words. For a moment I’m still not sure what just happened. I thought I had pissed him off. I dig my fingers into his shirt as he continues to go at my mouth. When I feel his hands go to my ass, I gasp. He takes the opening and pushes his tongue into my mouth.

I let my eyes close as he devours my mouth. This is nothing like the kiss I had before. I push my tongue into his mouth, mimicking his movements, wondering if I’m making him feel what he’s making me feel.

My body feels like I’m buzzing. Something inside of me is coming to life. I push further into him, wanting to be closer. I deepen the kiss. He goes to pull back, but I wrap my hands around his neck, not even noticing that I’m eye level with him and that my feet are no longer on the floor as I pull him back to me.