Page 17 of Beg Me Angel

“Anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you, I'm alright.”

“You sure? You can take a shower if you want to, it looks like you could use one.” His big brown eyes looked me up and down, a slight smirk tugged at the edge of his lip. “I was tempted to wipe you down while you were out, but I didn't think it would be a good idea.” Pausing, his face went stiff as he shifted his hips. “There's too much temptation in that.”

My breathing began to speed up at the idea of him washing my body and caressing all my most tender parts.

What the fuck body!

This isn't right, this isn't the time.

I wanted to see it as a sick perverted joke, I wanted to do what I would normally would have and shoot him down, giving him hell for even insinuating something like that.

But when I thought of Pax touching me, it was different.

In my head I was cursing him out for not doing it, for not waking me up with warm soapy water and a strong hand. My nipples stiffened at the idea, brushing the inside of my shirt and sending a chill up my spine.

“And that's a bad thing?” I asked as my lips thinned into a tight smile, eagerly waiting for him to flirt back.

Flirting with him should have been the last thing on my mind, it shouldn't have ever crossed my thoughts to begin with. I should have been screaming at him to stop fucking around, to take me to where he found me and to help me look for my friend.

But it didn't matter how much I talked myself down inside my own head, my body was winning.

Arching a brow, Pax cocked his jaw. “Don't do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don't tempt the devil with fire, Sweetheart, it won't end good.” His head tilted into his shoulder as his hand tightened around the bowl. I could see his knuckles drain white as he clutched the porcelain. “You have no clue what you'd be getting into.”

I wasn't afraid of him and his empty sexual threats. If he had wanted to take me, he could have, if he wanted to force me to have sex with him, he would have.

Pax wasn't that type of guy, I could feel it. I was out cold for four days, he could have done anything he wanted to me, but he didn't.

And trust me, I would have known if he had.

Of all the pieces of my body that ached, my sex was fine. I didn't hurt downstairs at all and there was no doubt in my mind that I would feel something, a soreness, a tickle of pain,somethingif I had just had sex for the first time.

I was sure that even being out cold wouldn't stop me from feeling different if my v-card wasn't intact.

“That seems to be the running trend I've got going on, getting into things I don't have a clue about.” Letting out a soft giggle, I sat back against the couch. “Why should I stop there?”

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he shook his head side to side. “I'm warning you. . .” Pointing a single finger in my direction, he said, “You're going to get into more trouble if you're trying to play this game.”

“I'm sure I would, considering I've never been with a man before.” My eyes hovered under hooded lids, panties dampening to his sexual game.

I wasn't sure what was coming over me, I should have been cowering in the corner, hugging my knees and petrified that bad guys were out there looking for me and trying to get me.

But that thought was so far from my mind right then. All I could imagine was the man who had rescued me having his way with me, taking payment from body for all he had given me. It was a sick thought, but it still turned me on.

And from the look on his face, it turned Pax on too.

The lump in the center of his throat wobbled as he swallowed, his fingers were now ghost white against the black bowl. “You're dirty—and I don't just mean the way you look. You need to go, go into the room, go shower, go do something.”

Glancing down at my arms, I twisted them back and forth. “I could use a shower, but what if I need help? I—”

“Vera,”he snapped, cutting me off. “Go.” Pax stomped into the kitchen, dropping the dish into the sink with a loud ping. “Bathroom is right there, towels are in the closet.”

“Are you sure?”

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