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
Veronica grinned under the visor of her brand spanking new pink and black helmet. Never in a million years would she ever have imagined herself on the back of a motorbike, clinging tightly to her very own bad boy, sex god. Pulses of need vibrated through her body as the bike moved underneath them, making her wish she had a little more room to squirm on the leather seat. She loved riding on top of Robert's Harley!She'd just about melted when Robert presented her with the helmet earlier and then pulled it gently over her head, adjusting the fit. Though nervous, she'd stood docilely, excited for her very first ride. While he was busy tucking her hair back, she'd stealthily pulled the receipt that had fallen out of the brand-new leather helmet bag toward her. Her jaw fell open. It was dated and timestamped for two hours after he met her in Jay's office at the dockyard. His eyes met hers and she saw a fierce burning possession in their depths. She also saw a hint of worry. He was afraid o
It took her a moment to realize that Robert was on his knees next to her, urging her to breath slowly. She looked him in the eyes and followed his instructions, even though she couldn't hear them through the rushing in her ears. She watched his lips form words. Such beautiful lips. She wanted to trace them with her fingers and her tongue. Would he still want her after watching her have a meltdown?He flashed her a grin and said, "Fuck yeah, I'll always want you, sweetheart."She groaned. Had she said that out loud?He carefully gathered her into his arms and pulled her onto his lap. She went without protest, feeling a little weak and shaky from her freak out. She stared up at him and finally indulged herself by reaching up to touch his full lips. She let her fingers drift to his unshaven cheek and chin, touching the rough, masculine face that fascinated her so much.He squeezed her against his chest. "I would never treat you like something that could be bought," he said in a voice
Veronica squinted around Robert's bedroom. No alarm clock. She wasn't too surprised. She guessed most people just used their smart phones these days. She was old-fashioned and still used an alarm clock. She liked having the radio. She glanced at the grey light filtering through the floor to ceiling bedroom windows and guessed it was probably around 7:00am.She smirked at his sprawled form as she crawled carefully off the bed. This time she was ninety-nine percent certain he was actually asleep. He was on his back with his arms flung out to the sides, snoring his head off. He should be exhausted. They'd made love twice more during the night before finally collapsing in a tangled heap and sleeping off the sex hangover. After their first encounter, they'd gone searching for an evening snack. Robert found her a tub of ice cream and then insisted on feeding her in front of a roaring fire. After eating, he'd explored every inch of her body with both tongue and fingers on top of the rug in