"Definitely too much to ask," he growled as he snatched her wrist from where it rested against his chest and used his grip on her arms to yank her into the heat of his big body. She stumbled against him."No, no, no," she cried out, her eyes widening in sudden anger and fear."Yes, yes, yes," he groaned, dropping his hands to her hips and yanking her up his body until her feet left the floor. She was forced to grip his shoulders for balance as he walked backwards to press her against the wall. "Been wanting to do this since I set eyes on you at the docks."She squirmed against him, using the wall as leverage to try and push him away. It was useless! Her hands looked ridiculously small against his massive, muscular shoulders. He buried his head against her neck and licked her. Veronica froze. Then she moaned as heat suffused her. He continued to lick and nip her skin, tasting the sweat from her skin."So fucking good," he grunted against her, lifting her even higher to bury his face
He narrowed his eyes at her, his fingers tightening around her delicate wrists. He was careful though. She knew there wouldn't be any bruising. "What's your problem, lady?" he demanded. "You were more than enjoying what we were doing." When she opened her mouth to interrupt, he cut her off, "Don't even pretend you weren't an equal participant! That was the best damn kiss I've ever had. Now you're acting like I'm some kind of monster."He gave her a little shove and rolled away from her onto his back, pushing a frustrated hand through his thick hair. She shivered and turned her head slightly to peek at him. He looked really disappointed. His muscles were tense and huge against the feminine fabric of her flowery bedspread. The veins on his arms popped as he rubbed his face and head. She shuddered and glanced down his body, noting the way his gym shorts remained tented in anticipation. No wonder he was so pissed at her. Veronica's desire may have waned, but his was still raging on.Guil
Veronica could feel Robert standing beside her, absorbing every detail of their surroundings with professional judgment. They were in a rough area, surrounded by rough people. Did he understand where she'd brought him? His tension felt like a physical presence, absorbing all the air around her and sapping her strength. She so badly wanted him to keep adoring her and thinking well of her, but she needed him to know the worst. Years of counselling had taught her the truth about herself. Olivia, her counsellor had helped her to realize that none of it was her fault. She was the victim of both systemic violence and bad people. Yes, she'd made rotten choices in her life, but nothing in her early years had taught her how to make the right choices. Or even to recognize what the right choices were when they came along. The first good thing that had happened to her was a vicious, street smart ten-year-old boy. And she'd seized that opportunity with both hands and held on tight.Glancing sidewa
She was quiet on the drive home and up to the apartment. Probably a good thing, because he was seething. He didn't think he'd be able to keep his shit together if she started talking to him. Not that she'd been exactly chatty with him over the past three days, but she talked more than enough over those few hours in that shit church basement to make up for it.He glanced at her serene face as she stood passively while he unlocked the door to her condo and did his usual security sweep. He wanted to shake her and smack the look off her face. And he wasn't usually violent toward women unless they were trying to kill him. But this one was trying his patience. For days, she'd been on the verge of panic, pacing her bedroom, jumping at every sound he made and staring at him like he was the big bad wolf. Now, after forcing him to take her into the dark heart of Vancouver's lower East Side and telling a gut-wrenching story of pain and loss, she was acting like life couldn't be better.In the spa
Wind and rain pounded against the wide windows of her bedroom. Normally the sound would comfort and lull her into sleep, but for some reason Veronica jolted awake. Her eyes flew open and she pushed herself up against the soft pillows with a gasp. She frowned toward the window, squinting in the darkness, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Rain lashed and streaked across the glass while wind howled angrily beyond. She was safe from the elements though.She shoved her fingers through the fine strands of her hair, shoving them away from her face and tugging at the knots. She sat up a little straighter and checked her clock. It was only 11:30pm. She'd been asleep for just over an hour. The container of ice cream sat next to her clock, the small amount that was left would be a melted mess by now. She grimaced in distaste. There was nothing she could do about it now. No way was she going to put it away while Robert was still hanging out in her living area, a mass of seething resent
She could feel his heart beating beneath the palm of her hand as she explored the exquisite musculature that had been teasing her for days, calling to the primitive side of her. That part of herself she thought had gone dormant forever. She could feel his need, intense and barely leashed, but he held himself rigidly in check, allowing her delicate exploration. Giving her time to feel him, to know him. But as each second ticked by, she felt as though her time was running out in tandem with the rising tension in his body. It reached out and enveloped her like a tidal wave of carnal heat.He groaned as her fingers passed over his nipple, pebbling it, while exploring the massive slab of a pectoral muscle unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her mouth watered to taste him, but she wasn't quite brave enough. He was just so big and male. He knew exactly what he wanted in life and he just reached out and took it. And she, well she was timid and shy, sitting in her little apartment, watching
Eyes wide, she stared up at him while he played with her. He dipped his finger lower, toward her opening, stealing some of the fluid that was flowing freely from her. She moaned in embarrassment as he maneuvered around in her little black panties. He ignored her and moved the rough pad of his finger back up to her tiny, excited clitoris. He kept his eyes locked on hers and began gently massaging the bundle of nerves once more using the fluid to increase the sensations while he glided back and forth, around and around.Soon the embarrassment faded and she was lifting her hips to meet his hand. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, sliding his finger across her with exactly the right rhythm, only stopping to gather more fluid before returning to her needy little clit. She moaned in his ear, holding him tight and digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, knowing he could take the marks of her passion and loving that he would wear them."Come for me, Veronica," he growl
He slept on his back with an arm flung over his eyes as though trying to stop the light from streaming in the window. She always kept her blinds open, feeling more secure when her room was filled with light. She'd noticed that he always kept the curtains firmly closed in the spare room and that he liked sleeping in. Definitely a trait they didn't share. Veronica was unapologetically a morning person. It used to drive Allie nuts when Veronica was in her room at the crack of dawn on the weekends, demanding she wake up and accompany her down to the beach or someplace else. She wondered how Robert, a former soldier of fortune or mercenary or whatever he used to be, slept so deeply. Weren't these guys supposed to sleep with one eye open and a giant serrated knife under their pillows, ready to cut the throat of the bad guy sneaking up on them? Not that she was complaining. The knife she envisioned didn't go with the frilly purple pillow he was resting against. But seriously, how was this g