7. Lance
Lance
W aking early, I glance over and my eyes immediately find her tiny figure curled up in my bed. I stretch slowly, quietly.
This chair is killing my back but I couldn’t leave her after she fell asleep. She tossed and turned and I heard her soft whimpers and they fucking broke me.
Rage pours through me and my hand shakes as I grab a bottled water from the mini fridge in the room.
Some stupid fucker out there thinks that he’s got access to her. Thinks that they can fuck with her and her work and I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.
Her soft murmur from the other room has me charging stealthily into the room, sighing in relief when I see she’s still asleep and she’s fine.
Her rounded cheeks are softly flushed with sleep, her long, dark lashes fanned out over her golden skin. Her full pink lips are parted and she’s breathing so quietly that I almost want to run across and check and make sure she’s still breathing.
But I can see her chest moving under the light blanket. The mosquito netting around the bed is drawn and she looks like Sleeping Beauty lying there waiting for her prince to come and wake her with a kiss.
Although if I know this woman at all, I have a feeling she’d punch the prince and ask him how dare he touch her without her permission.
She’s fire and temper and I like it. A lot. My cock jerks in my lounge pants and I groan, shifting.
She murmurs in her sleep and her hand slips out of the covers like she’s looking for something.
Maybe me. My heart kicks in my chest and I groan softly, turning and stalking out of the room. Running my hands through my hair, I growl under my breath. I’m being haunted by a little slip of a woman with so many curves that my hands shake to trace.
She’s like a drug. A hunger that’s ripping me apart. My body is so wired that I’m about seconds from storming into that room and grabbing her, kissing her until she finally relents and gives in to me.
I want to claim her. I need her. Need to touch her, taste her, feel her under me, her body clinging to mine as I bury myself inside of her.
What the hell am I doing here? She’s going back home. I don’t even know where home is.
Granted, I could move anywhere. My career is over. I’ve got my retirement and savings and I could sell my house and move anywhere.
If I had a reason.
Could she be that reason? Would she want me? I don’t know. All I know is that I want to own her, claim her.
Hell, I want to tattoo my initials on her lush, rounded apple ass. Breed her with my babies. I’ve never wanted kids but this woman makes me crazy.
She whimpers in her sleep and her fingers curl into a ball, tugging at the sheets on the bed like she’s fighting something.
I silently cross the room and rest my fingers on hers, feeling her body settle into the soft mattress. She relaxes a little at a time and my soul settles with hers.
I can’t walk away from her. I don’t care where she lives. Don’t care about a damn thing but being with her.
I’ve lost my mind. There’s no way you can fall in love with a woman in just a couple of days.
But when my heart pounds out of control and locks in on the beat of her heart, matching it exactly, I know damn well that it’s more than attraction.
This is love. And it’s so much more than I ever thought I could feel for any woman.
I sure as hell never felt anything like this for my ex. Not even close.
And maybe that’s why she left. You can only fight for something for so long before you don’t have any fight left. Maybe she hit that point.
“Lance?” Her whispered call for me tugs at my heart and I slip into the bed next to her, pulling her tight into me.
“Shhh. I’ve got you, baby girl. You’re alright. You’re alright.” My lips caress her cheek and she whimpers and curls into me, her little hand tangling in my chest hair, tugging lightly.
My dick jerks and I suck in a sharp breath, angling my aching bulge away from her.
“It’s okay,” I whisper and tuck her into my chest, breathing in the sweet scent of her and closing my eyes. I should get up but I just want to hold her for a little bit.
Just for a few minutes. I sink into my pillow and breathe deep, infusing my soul with her sweet, salty scent.
Just a few minutes. That’s all I need.