Page 83 of Guarding Over You
Didn’t help any. The minute he turned she was curling into his side and holding on like a lifeline.
He ran his hand down the side of her face, one eye covered by her hair that he’d moved away and tucked behind her ear.
“Don’t be sorry. It was the best night of my life.” He leaned to put a kiss on her forehead. Maybe it came off as cheesy to say those words, but it was damn well what he thought.
“Mine too,” she said, inching closer to him, her leg bending to rub against his. The soft, silky feel of her skin brushing, her knee coming close to his dick that was already half to life just lying here next to her shifting some more.
If she rolled on top of him, he’d find the time to give them a third round.
But she didn’t. She moved off and got out of bed.
“What are you doing? It’s early. Go back to sleep. I bet you don’t get many opportunities for it.”
“I don’t, but it’s fine. I’d rather make us breakfast, unless you don’t eat or have the time.”
“I eat, but normally grab something quick.”
“Not today, you’re not. You’ve got two choices—go home and shower and change and come back here before work and I’ll feed you. Or I’ll cook it now. If I’ve got more time, I can make something bigger.”
And he wouldn’t feel as rushed if he took care of everything he needed to rather than worrying. “Are you sure?”
He was sitting on the side of the bed now, his underwear on the floor a few feet away.
She bent down to grab them, handed them to him, then put her hands on the mattress, her lips landing hard enough to be playful on his.
He wrapped one hand around her neck, fingers in her hair, and held her close as his tongue came out to taste, move, and slide with hers.
He ended with another light peck on her lips. “I’d love that.”
“Then it’s settled.”
He stood up, slipped his underwear on and walked into the bathroom off her room. After taking care of business, he found his shorts and T-shirt on the floor in different spots, then dressed in silence as she’d already left the room.
His bare feet padded down the stairs, his gun behind his back again. No reason for her to see it. He’d seen the shock and fear in her eyes when he pulled it out and moved away from her in the kitchen last night.
The last thing he wanted to do was confront someone with it, but he’d do anything to protect her. Having it only be residents at the dumpster last night had been a relief.
Not so much of a relief was how on edge Arden was. With reason.
They needed answers.
He wanted to get them for her.
But he was going to work and leaving her alone, which bothered him more than anything.
He had to remind himself that nothing had happened here other than two dolls in a bag with a sweet note and chances were whoever this was didn’t know where she lived.
Unless it was the ex or his new girlfriend. But why admit about the dolls then?
He’d like it to be them for selfish reasons, but his gut said, maybe not.
Seeing Arden humming in the kitchen was all he needed to start his day off right.
“I really hate leaving you today.”
“Think nothing of it. I mean it. It was ludicrous of me to react that way.”
“No, it wasn’t. You have every right to be jumpy. Maybe I’d be more concerned if you weren’t.”
