Shattered King(81)

He was starting to look kind of pissy. “I haven’t been with Cassie since the night before I snatched you outside the hospital.”

“Hmm.” This was too much information. I really didn’t want to know this. Why the hell had I come in here demanding he spill his guts like that?

“She shouldn’t have said a damn thing to you. She sure as fuck shouldn’t have been questioning you.”

I knew exactly why she’d questioned me, why she’d tried one last time at the bar as well. Hunter King was a hard man to give up.

“You have no reason to be jealous, babe.”

“Jealous! You’re nuts.” I snorted. “I’m not jealous.” I was so jealous. Kermit the Frog-green, jealous. I knew I had no reason to be. No one could touch what we had, not now, not ever again. I just didn’t want that image in my head.

He chuckled and moved in, crowding me with his glorious naked body. “I’m not gonna lie to you. When I got out of prison, I fucked around. I went without pussy for a long time. You were lost to me, so I worked at making up for it.” He brushed my hair back at the side of my face. “But you’ve got nothing to worry about, Lulu.”

“Oh I know that.” I plastered a smile on my face. “Because if you ever came home and I got even a whiff of another woman, I’d skewer your manly parts and serve them up for your dinner.”

He grinned wider.

“Why are you smiling?” I demanded, pissed off he wasn’t clutching his junk in terror.

“You just said this place was home.”

I had. I ducked under his arm, ignoring that panty melting smile, and pulled open the door. “I’m going to make coffee.”

He slapped my ass. “Make mine a big one.”

I narrowed my eyes, and walked out, his deep, raspy chuckles following me all the way.

Dammit. Even when he was being an arrogant jackass, he was sexy as hell.

I was pouring myself a second mug when he finally walked into the living room.

“You should’ve gone back to bed,” he said as he strode in.

I turned to face him. Even though I’d seen him only a short time ago, my mouth went dry. He was an extremely good-looking guy; hell, to me no one else would ever measure up. He was beautiful, in an entirely rough, masculine way. But this morning, he was off the scale. He wasn’t wearing his usual faded black jeans and tee. No, today he was wearing a suit. Black and tailored to fit his body to perfection. The shirt underneath was black as well, and open at the collar. He wore his usual black boots, which made the whole look edgy and sexy. Not to mention the ink on his hands and neck. The way he looked made a girl want to peel that suit off just to discover where the ink stopped.

Of course, I had intimate knowledge of what he hid underneath, and I wanted another taste.

I knew my mouth was hanging open when he grinned.

“What are you wearing?”

“Suit.”

I scowled at him and his grin widened. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

“Van and I have a meeting with a new client. I’ll have to leave you here today.”

“Oh.” I didn’t ask what this new client wanted. I didn’t want to know. The less I knew about the jobs he did, the easier it was to live in denial.

He rounded the breakfast bar, sliding his arms around my waist when he reached me. Tucking my hair behind my ear, he leaned in and kissed me, full on, tongue sliding against mine until I was breathless. When he lifted his head, he said in that deep, sexy voice, “Morning.”

“We’ve already done this.” I was still feeling a little on the pissy side.

He smirked. “You didn’t say good morning, you threatened to skewer my manly parts.”

Damn the man, he was right. “Okay fine. Good morning.”

The smirk turned to a grin, then he glided the tips of his fingers along my hairline to the side of my neck. “Doc’s coming by later to take out your stitches.”

It took a minute for me to answer, not just because I was estimating how fast I could get him out of the suit, but because that had been one hell of a kiss and all my erogenous zones had gone up in smoke. “Okay.” I wriggled closer. “Are you in a hurry?”

His nostrils flared and he pressed his hips into mine. “Yes.”

“You can’t even spare a few minutes?”

“What I have in mind will take a fuck of a lot longer than a few minutes.”

I grabbed his butt and squeezed. “Are you sure?”

He ground against me harder and dipped his head, but the knock at the door had him lifting up again. This time it was my turn to growl. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and chuckled, then kissed just below my ear.