Page 11 of Filthy Devil

Taking another step toward him, I look over his shoulder and into the fridge. There is fruit, veggies, yogurt, and eggs. I know exactly what I’m making for breakfast. Asking him to step to the side, I start to gather the items for breakfast.

Once I’ve set everything down on the counter, I look around for pans, a cutting board, and a knife. I’m not a renowned chef or anything, but I do like to spend some time in the kitchen.

Moving throughout the space, I search for utensils, pans, and avocado oil before I get to work. I try to ignore Nash’s gaze. He’s watching me, taking in every movement I make. I can feel his eyes on me. It’s almost as if they’re physically touching me. My body heats from his attention.

I wondered if it was just from exhaustion or some kind of white knight savior complex that I was initially attracted to him. But now that I’ve had some sleep and feel a little more comfortable, maybe I’m just plain attracted to him.

Although, everything about my situation is still up in the air. I have no idea what’s going to happen to me. Maybe it’s still a savior thing. As I scramble the eggs, I stare into the bowl, my eyes open but seeing nothing.

NASH

Watchingher from across the room, I realize she’s starting to zone out. She’s disappearing right in front of me. Her body is making movements, but she’s not seeing a fucking thing.

She’s lost somewhere inside of her head. I can’t take my eyes off her, though. The way I’m drawn to her isn’t natural. I should not be looking at her, thinking about all the ways I want to fuck her.

Except that’s exactly what I’m doing. I should turn around and walk out of the kitchen, find a clubwhore who knows the score, and bury myself inside of her. Fuck someone else so I can forget about this girl standing in front of me with a faraway look in her eyes.

But that’s not what I do. I can control myself, my body, and my mind. I’m old enough that my dick doesn’t make my decisions for me… at least, I thought I was. Right now, I’m not so sure I’m thinking with my big head and not my little head.

Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her hip, although I’m pretty positive I should not be touching her. I do it anyway.

James’s back straightens, and her head jerks as if she’s come back from wherever she was. Dipping my chin slightly, I squeeze her hip. She’s wearing my shirt over my boxers, her long legs on display, and there is something that calls to my masculinity with what she’s got on her body—with her wearing my clothes.

I want to claim her.

And I have no goddamn business doing that, thinking that, or touching her right now.

She turns her head, and her gaze finds mine. “Nash,” she whispers.

“You were a million miles away, babe.”

She lets out a sigh, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, worrying it for a moment before she releases it. “I was just thinking about what is going to happen to me,” she whispers.

With a grunt, I squeeze her hip one more time before I force myself to take a step backward. I don’t say anything immediately. She turns around to face me, abandoning her food prep. She leans against the edge of the counter, her eyes never leaving mine.

“To be honest, I’m not sure. The plans I originally had don’t quite fit any longer.”

Her brows snap together, but then an expression I can’t quite read crosses her face. She takes a step toward me, then another. I feel her hand touch the center of my chest, but I can’t look down. I can’t look anywhere but into her eyes.

“You killed someone for me,” she whispers.

I’m not sure how she feels about it. She’s stating a fact. I know without a doubt that I don’t feel any type of way about what I did, except he needed to fucking go. My lips twitch into a smirk before I speak.

“He would have hurt you. I could see it in his eyes.”

“You wouldn’t have killed him for a random woman,” she says.

I’m not quite sure what she’s suggesting, but I decide not to ask her because she’s got me there. I wouldn’t have, at least not the way I did. I probably would have just beaten the shit out of him for fucking with an innocent woman and walked away.

But for James, I killed him.

Because he dared to touch, to threaten, and to scare her.

And even though she isn’t, my body has already claimed her as mine.

“Is that the reason the plans have changed?”

I could lie to her, play it off like she doesn’t mean shit. Like she’s just any other woman walking around. When she clearly is not. I’m drawn to her, and I need to protect her from anything that could harm her. The need flows through me, and that includes myself.

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