Page 9 of Killer's Obsession
Studying her face, the dark circles under her eyes are finally starting to fade.
Physically, she’s healing. It’s her mental state that I’m worried about.
A stream of light peeks from the edges of the mini-blinds, shining across her face, highlighting her delicate features. Her long, dark lashes fan across her cheeks. The bow of her lips is in a pout. Even with the yellowing bruises fading from her arms, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And so goddamn tiny.
She stirs slightly, nestling closer. Her leg slides over mine, and I have to bite back a groan. My dick is always rock hard when she’s around.
Fucking hell.
I should get up. I’ve got a mountain of shit to handle today. The skimming situation at Heaven’s Door means Chief will definitely call Church.
And at some point, I’ve got to go shopping for furniture and all the other shit I need for the house.
Glancing down at the little furnace lying on top of me, I can’t bring myself to move.
Not yet.
Her hand flexes against my bare chest, fingers curling into my skin. The gesture is innocent, but my dick doesn’t know that.
I stare at the ceiling and recite baseball stats, but it’s no use. Her being half on top of me only makes it worse.
“I’m going straight to hell,” I whisper.
Fluttering, her eyelids open, and suddenly I’m staring into the prettiest pair of jewel colored eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.
They’re unfocused at first, then widen when she realizes she’s sprawled across me like a blanket.
“Morning, Pet,” I murmur, my voice still rough with sleep.
“Oh!” Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink as she tries to pull away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t?—”
I keep my arm firmly around her waist and smooth her sleep-mussed hair away from her face. “I like waking up with you like this.”
“I—”
Her eyes flick from my mouth to my eyes. The air between us crackles. The charge is like the static you feel right before lightning strikes.
There’s a question in her gaze that I can’t decipher.
Before I can figure out what it means, she leans forward and presses her lips against mine. They’re soft and warm.
The kiss is hesitant, then she pulls away.
I open my eyes and find hers staring back at me, wide with uncertainty.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, horror washing over her face. “I shouldn’t have—I didn’t?—”
My lips turn down, but then it hits me. She has no idea how much I want her.
She tries to scramble away, but I hold her against me. No fucking way she’s running from this.
“Memphis...”
She keeps her face ducked down, refusing to look at me. Her hair falls in a curtain, hiding her expression, and I can feel her trembling against me.
I cup her chin and tilt her face up. Her eyes are squeezed shut, like she’s bracing for the fallout.
