Page 4 of Sinful Skulls
When we get to my door, he patiently waits while I unlock it. I hold it open for him.
For the first time since meeting him, he hesitates.
“Please, come in,” I say, struggling to keep my voice steady. “I think we could both use a drink after that, don’t you?”
His shoulders fall, and that disarming smile I fell for at the beach returns. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
Chapter Two
Brody
I’m such a dumbass. Of course this girl would be frightened of me. I didn’t even think about it when I offered to help carry her shit. I guess I’m used to the women of the club.
Not a goddamn one of them is scared of me, but there are a few of them that terrify the living fuck out of me. Jesse being one, followed closely by her crazy as fuck little sister. I’ve seen her set fire to a man’s junk before. Yeah, no fucking thank you. I don’t have big enough balls to handle women like them, and mine are plenty big.
I hover in the entryway. She takes the painting from my hand as she passes me. My eyes trail her as she reaches out and flicks the lights on. Her dark hair is tangled up at the back of her head. That fucking asshole. Who grabs a woman like that?
She moves farther into the little apartment and sets the painting on the easel in the corner of the room. I can’t wait until she turns around. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I canhardly look away from her, and that right there is the reason I sat on that fucking beach all damn day.
I see her pull her shoulders back and take a deep breath. Then, she faces me.
Fuck, she’s a beauty. Her eyes are hazel, but there’s this striking ring of gold around her pupils. Pair that with her dark hair, and she’s flawless. She’s not very tall, but I don’t know if you could call her short. I have to think that the good lord was really striving for perfection when he created her.
She licks her lips before speaking, and I have to shove my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out and pulling her toward me.
“All I have is wine, but I could order something else and have it delivered.”
“Wine is good.”Especially if I can drink it off your body.
The way she tucks her hair behind her ear and blushes makes me wonder if she’s a mind reader.
“Please, make yourself comfortable.” She waves her hand over her living room before slipping behind the counter.
I walk around her space, studying the artwork on her walls. “Did you paint all of these?”
“I did,” she says as she fills two glasses with red wine.
She’s beautiful and talented.
Her apartment might be small, but it’s cozy and clean, and it smells like her. A scent that will forever be my favorite. It’s salty and sweet. An ocean breeze with a hint of caramel and raspberries.
I lower myself to the couch, and she joins me seconds later. After she hands me a glass, I see her internally debate on where she should park her fine ass.
Lucky for me, she’s a bit of a risk taker, and she settles next to me. Not too close, but close enough for now. She’ll warm up to me. I’m going to make damn sure of it.
“Again, I’m sorry about the trouble I caused. I was listening to my dad in my head. You know, stranger danger and all that.”
“Hey, no need to explain. You were doing the smart thing. I’m the one who should apologize for jumping out of the gate too fast.”
“I’m not sure what that means.” She sips her wine, and damn if it isn’t the cutest thing.
“You know, like a racehorse.”
She laughs lightly and settles back onto the couch. Finally, she’s starting to relax a little.
“I’ve heard the phrase. I’m just wondering where you were rushing off to.”
