Wanting More(14)

Her eyes got real big as she sat there on that shower floor with the curtain covering everything except for her face. “Why?”

I was confused. “Why what?”

She pointed to my body. “You could have any girl on the planet. Why would you want someone as damaged as me. Am I on some bucket list? Do you have a habit of sleeping with fucked up women?”

The way she put it made me laugh. “Jesus, woman, does it even matter? It’s just sex. I’m attracted to you and you’re obviously attracted to me, why make it somethin’ else?”

I jumped back when I saw her stand up and rip open the shower curtain revealing her naked and beaten body. God, it was so much worse than I had noticed last night. Both of her sides had bruises and her face had a busted lip and a black eye. On her arms I could see marks from where he had grabbed her and held her while he was hitting her around. I stopped looking when she started talking again. “I just want to know how someone like you could ever be attracted to this.”

I clenched my fists and thought about that son of a bitch touching her and the fact that she was too small to fight back. “You need to report that shit to the police.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? You have friends, Amy.” I was pissed. She wasn’t mine, but she definitely needed to be protected. Aside from the bruises and her frail appearance, she was damn near perfect. Her red hair was wet and hung down the front of her chest, while her wet skin was forcing me to look at every inch of her. I should have taken her right then and there, but again, something forced me to look beyond the sex. I grabbed a towel and held it out for her.

It must have been the wrong thing to do because she grabbed the shower curtain and closed it. “Just get out, Conner. You wouldn’t understand and besides, you are probably just as bad as he is.”

I let the towel drop to the floor and got my hand as far as the doorknob before turning around and climbing in the shower behind her. She turned around to face me, all shocked at what I’d done, while I grabbed her wet head and pulled her mouth against mine. This time when her tongue touched mine, I had to fight everything I had in me to not push her against the shower wall and take her like I wanted to. I slowed down our kisses and pulled away from her. “I’m nothin’ like him. Don’t you ever say that to me. The more you fight me, the more I want to touch and taste every single inch of you, but it’s not happenin’ right now. You ain’t ready for all I have to offer and if I let it happen today, it would fuck you up even worse.”

She pushed me away. “I really don’t think I want your kind of friendship, Conner.”

I chuckled and grabbed myself a towel. “Is that right?”

My boxers were soaked so while drying off, I let them fall to the floor. I have to give it to her, she had no idea what she was about to get a glimpse of and all my so called smack talking had obviously been the truth after seeing the look on her face. She closed her eyes and held her hands over her mouth.

“Still hating me, Blaze?”

She stayed behind the curtain so I could no longer see her face. When she said nothing, I made my way out into the main part of the room and started putting on my clothes. Yeah, I was hard as a rock and would probably have to resort to calling Brina, but I was sure about one thing. It wasn’t Brina that I wanted to be inside of.

She took forever to come out of the bathroom and when she did, she refused to look at me. Her clothes from last night where stuck to her body on account of her getting dressed before she was dried off. I walked over to her and put my dirty clothes in my bag. When I got close enough, I leaned into her. “Still hate me?”

She kept her eyes closed and looked away. “More than ever.”

I pressed my lips against hers. “Maybe it’s best if you just go on thinkin’ I am nothin’ but an addict that can’t keep his dick in his pants. I wouldn’t want you thinkin’ of me while you’re fuckin’ him.”

It was wrong, but the truth and it pissed me off that someone like him could have someone like her and treat her so bad. She needed to get mad. She needed to fight her way out of the mess and move on. I wasn’t asking to be that person, but I didn’t want any woman to be abused. I was raised by a single mother and if anyone laid a hand on her, I would kill them and rot in jail satisfied.

I felt her hand smack me on the cheek before the sting hit. I caught her hand and drug it over my jeans where my dick was still hard underneath. She pulled her hand away quickly. “You’re an asshole, just take me to my car.”