Page 44 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
When I looked over at him, I saw that he had been staring at me.
“Umm…that was good,” I said with a sigh, adding a little chuckle. But it was mostly my nerves.
Spike reached over. I thought he was going to touch my neck or reach for my breasts, but instead, he just tucked some flyaway strands of hair behind my ears. It was tender. It was unexpected. For a moment, I didn’t know how to react, then I cleared my throat.
“You know, Spike, I meant every word of what I said back then.”
He continued to stare, saying nothing. His silence pushed me to continue. The words came tumbling out of me now before I had a chance to stop them.
“I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I mean, I didn’t know I wanted you. I thought I was going nuts because I hadn’t even met someone like you before and everything about you was wrong and different and new…but…”
He didn’t let me continue. He put his thick index finger on my lips to shut me up. I gulped. There was a lump in my throat. I didn’t know what he was going to say. How he would react.
“I know, Sabrina, I felt it too.”
My stomach flipped. I felt a little tug somewhere in my chest. I didn’t know what it was.
So it wasn’t all in my head, after all? It was actually happening. What I felt for Spike, he felt it too. Those were his words.
I felt such a rush of joy that I just threw myself at him and we were kissing again. This time, more slowly, with a slowness I didn’t know he was even capable of. As if we had all the time in the world.Spike slowly pulled away from me. I’d lost track of time or how long we had been kissing, and could feel my lips throbbing lightly when we were done. He held my face with both hands and looked deep into my eyes.
“This isn’t going to work,” he said.
I couldn’t believe he actually said that. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, after everything I just told him. Did he not know what it took for me to admit how I felt about him? How I’d been fantasizing about him from the moment we met?
I made to slip away. I couldn’t lie here next to him and continue to kiss him after he declared he couldn’t be with me. But Spike grabbed my wrist, stopping me from going.
“You need to let me go!” I snapped and tried pulling away, but there was no way I was escaping his grip unless he actually wanted me to.
“Sabrina, you don’t get what I’m saying,” he said, pulling me to himself. I fell on him, my hands were on his chest.
“I think I know exactly what you’re saying. Now that you’ve had your fill of me, you’re done.”
Spike grinned and shook his head.
“I don’t think I will ever have my fill of you.”
My heart was racing. I was staring into his eyes, waiting for an explanation. I wished Spike would just be clear about what he really wanted.
“What I’m trying to say is that I can’t do my job when I’m around you. And I need to do my job. Someone has to do it. It could be a matter of…”
“Life and death?” I completed it for him. Spike clenched his jaws. He didn’t want to actually say the words but I knew he was thinking them.
“It is crucial that you have a bodyguard who is alert and watchful. Instead, I’m here in your bed. All I want to do all day is fuck you, but that’s not going to keep you safe.”
The smile was fading from Spike’s face. I wanted to hug him though. Just throw my arms around him and hold him close. I wanted him to know exactly how much his words meant to me. It wasn’t much…it wasn’t as if he was declaring his love for me, but he was confessing that I drove him to distraction. Which was close enough!
I put my hands on his shoulders, down further, tracing the shapes of his biceps. I couldn’t get my hands around them they were so big and bulky. I felt that familiar tingling between my legs. His body was enough for me. I didn’t need anything else.
“Sabrina, do you hear what I’m saying?” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “We have to get someone else to protect you. I can’t do it if we’re going to be together.”
I heard him loud and clear, but I just didn’t want anybody else in our space right now. I just wanted to be alone with Spike all the time. The two of us and nobody else.Spike was getting dressed again.
“I need to go speak to the guys outside, and I’m going to have someone come and fix that damned window,” he said as he slipped on his jacket. I was still lying naked in bed, staring at him hungrily and wishing he wouldn’t leave. Why did the real world have to take over? Why couldn’t we be in dreamland forever?
