Page 42 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Probably me, gnashing my teeth. "Everything's locked up tight. No one can break in. It's probably the house settling down."
"I know, but . . . "
"But?"
"Every time I close my eyes, horrible thoughts pop into my head. If Oliver hadn't invited me to that event, I would have been home. Would I have been hurt? Would I even be alive right now?" The hitch in her voice tells me she's struggling to control her fear, but not quite succeeding.
Fuck. I ache to comfort her, but not much I can do. She's pretty much erected a 'Keep Out' sign.
"If it's not too much trouble, can I stay here? With you? I won't take up much room on your bed."
What does she think I am? A eunuch? First is don't touch me. Now it's, can I crawl into bed with you? I scrub my face. But she seeks reassurance so I cram down all my nasty lust and focus on what she needs. "Sure. I'm not wearing pajamas, though, so you might want to stay on your side of the bed." That's as much of a warning as I'm going to give her.
"Okay." She climbs on, taking only the smallest sliver of bed space. Sheesh. If she as much as breathes the wrong way, she'll roll right off and crash land on the floor.
"You're going to fall, scoot over some."
She moves an inch.
"Oh, for Pete's sakes." With my good arm, I reach over and haul her to the center of the bed. Big mistake. Her breasts are front and center beneath me, with only flimsy cotton between me and those beauties. I've touched them, tasted them. And right now I can't find much of the gentleman within me. Digging deep, I roll over with a jerk. "Go to sleep, MacKenna."
"Ty?"
"What do you want now? You want me to sing you a lullaby? What?"
"You've taken all the covers."
"Here." Keeping one, I toss the rest to her. I sure as hell don't need them. I'm burning up.
"Goodnight."
Fat chance of that happening.
I roll over, turn my back to her again. My dick's throbbing so hard, I can hardly breathe. A soft curse escapes me.
"I'm sorry." Is she crying? She sounds like she's crying.
Fuck's sake. I roll to my side, face her. She's not crying, but it's close. "Go to sleep. Please." I'm begging here.
"I can't. I keep thinking about somebody breaking into my apartment. I don't think I'll feel safe there anymore."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that. You're never living there again."
Curious blue eyes shine up at me. "What do you mean?"
"I'll find another place for you to live. A safer one."
"Safe places tend to be expensive."
"Don't worry about the money."
She sits up. "Of course I have to worry about the money. Sometimes that's all I think about."
Her maddening scent surrounds me. A lock of her gorgeous auburn hair slides down to curl over her left breast. If she doesn't stop, she's going to drive me insane. I glare at her. "I'll give you the money. Go to sleep. Please."
"I can't accept money from you! I'll move in with Mar and save my pennies until I can afford something."
"Where does she live?"
