“I will get to know you,” I pause and give her a dirty smirk, “in every sense of the word.”
She blushes innocently and I wonder if maybe she isn’t like most women her age. I’m not going to ask because the thought of her having past lovers may drive me off the deep end. It’s only noon and the day has been filled with enough emotion for a long time.
“I lost everything in the fire.”
“I thought you said there was an issue with the movers and your things weren’t all there.”
“Well, I wasn’t living with them when they invited me to stay with them at the new house. It was only supposed to be until I decided what I was going to do with my life. I had everything that meant anything with me when I moved in.”
An irrational jealousy takes over and I want to know who she’s been living with. “Where were you before that?”
“I was in college, but I graduated three days ago— a semester early. The next day, I packed up my SUV with my belongings and headed up here to meet them for the Christmas holiday.”
“I’m sorry, Bunny. I’ll get you anything you need.” I caress her cheek only because I don’t trust myself where she’s concerned.
“You don’t have to. By the way…why do you call me Bunny?”
“Because when I saw you standing there by your SUV the other day, you reminded me of a snow bunny; tiny, cute, and fluffy.” I caress her cheek as she blushes.
“Are you calling me short and fat, but cute?” she asks with a smile that says she’s half teasing, but her eyes tell me she’s afraid I feel that way.
“Honey, you are far from fat. Short, yes. As to the cute part, well hell, you’re way past that. You’re sexy as fuck.” I let out a little growl of hunger for her. I need to kiss her again to take the edge off but kissing her doesn’t help. I’m hard and my body’s pulsing.
“You’re trouble,” I groan out, adjusting myself. She just giggles like this shit is funny. She takes a look down at the problem and the giggles disappear. “You’re not laughing now, baby.” Her eyes widen as she stares at the thick bulge in the front of my suit pants.
The next hour we spend getting an MRI and after the doctor gives the all clear, she’s released. I take her straight back to my house.
Chapter 3
It’s been a hell of a day, and it’s only three o’clock. Trent takes me to his home and it’s freaking amazing. It’s an old three-story mansion that’s clearly been renovated and sets up the hill from what used to be my father’s home.
Since I’m only wearing what I left with and his coat, he refuses to let me walk into the house; instead, he carries me into his palace. I protest, but my words aren’t vehement— not that he would listen anyway. I have a feeling Trent steamrolls people all the time. I’ve made no decisions since he has rescued me, but the crazy thing is that I don’t mind. His controlling, protective tendencies are endearing. It brings about emotions that have been missing since my mother died. Besides, I like the feel of being in his strong, thick arms.
He carries me through his mini castle and up the stairs to a bedroom. I don’t look at the room because I’m curled into his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s intoxicating, and I let out a soft sigh which gets me busted.
“Bunny, you like the way I smell?”
“Yes,” I admit. Hell, I might as well; I’ve been caught red-handed sniffing my handsome knight. He smiles like he’s won some victory over me. I expect him to put me down on my feet, but he doesn’t. He carries me all the way to his king-sized bed and lays me down on the pillows. This must be his room. The realization is scary and thrilling at the same time. Climbing up with me, he parts my thighs and I think he’s going to take it to the next level, but he doesn’t.
Looking down at me, he growls, “Just like I imagined. You look perfect against our pillows.” I don’t miss the “our” and I absorb it in my bones. Could this guy be serious?
He takes my mouth again, and just like the first time, it’s intense. I would say it’s a panty scorching kiss, but I’m not wearing any because I’d left the house for what I thought would be only a moment. Even with the lack of clothing, I don’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. I’m just glad they’re not a hindrance to my pussy. He lifts his face from mine then lets out a sigh before getting up. If I didn’t see that massive bulge practically splitting his seems, I would’ve thought he was disappointed with my kissing.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he commands with his deep timber before exiting the room, and I’m juicing even more than I was a moment ago.