Page 22 of Savage Obsession
How does a girl even respond to that?
“Come,” he says, gently grabbing my wrist.
Whatever you say, Daddy.
Rolling my lips in, I follow him across the hall and into my bedroom, but we’re already all the way in by the time I snap back to reality. Oh my God. Did he bring me in here to have sex? I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but does he have a condom? DoIhave condoms? Of course I don’t. I did shave this morning, so that’s good, but I’ve been working all day, so a shower first would be good. But if it’s just a one-night stand, then should I care if I smell like body odor and alcohol?
“Jesus Christ, sunshine, I can practically hear you thinking. This is the only furniture you have. Unless you’d prefer the floor, sit with your back against the headboard. Take your shoes off and put a pillow under your feet.”
Huh?
I look down at my feet and blink, my tired eyes going blurry. They’re so numb that I forgot about how much they actually hurt. They do need to be propped up.
Glancing up at Xander, I bite my bottom lip, unsure whether this is a good idea or not.
My guess is it’s probably not. But then again, I trust Xander. He won’t harm me. I didn’t learn good things growing up, but one of the things I quickly figured out was to trust my gut when it came to people. It’s only fooled me once, but I was so desperate that I didn’t care at the time. It was a better option than where I was.
Slowly, I toe off my flip-flops and move some of my pillows around, glad I’m wearing my best pair of black skinny jeans that smooth out all my lumps and bumps and make my ass look fantastic. At least, that is according to the group of idiots I served earlier. They didn’t say it to my face, but they certainly weren’t quiet about their interest in my ass. They finally left to go to another bar after Josh cut three of them off. I wish I had known where they were going. I could have called the female servers there and warned them.
Xander watches me, silently, tracking my every move as I set a pillow under my ankles. I’m thankful for the table lamp I left on. It gives just enough light for us to see each other, but it’s also dim enough that he can’t see the way my stomach squishes into a soft roll.
I’m about to open my mouth to thank him for suggesting this, since I’m sure he’s dying to get out of here and go home, but I don’t get the chance. He sits on the edge of my bed toward the end and bends a knee before turning to face me.
Something flutters low in my belly, and I fight the urge to giggle because what the fuck is actually happening to me rightnow? This god of a man is in my tiny freaking apartment, sitting on my bed, in the middle of the night.
Then he takes one of my feet in his hands and presses his thumbs into the arch, and I melt.
“Oh my God,” I mutter as my eyes roll back and my head rests against the pillows stacked behind me. “You don’t have to do that.”
He ignores me and continues pressing on different spots, and it’s the most amazing pleasure I think I’ve ever experienced. Jason would never rub my feet. Or my back. Or anything unless it ended up with him getting to come.
“Close your eyes and enjoy it, sunshine.”
I want to argue with him. He’s obviously had a rough night, too. He’s got to be tired. Worn out. Possibly hurt in other parts of his body. But the gentle command in his voice is too easy to obey, and before I know it, I’m fading into the soft world of my dreams.
CHAPTER 9
Xander
I SHOULD LEAVE
She’s been sleepingfor forty-five minutes. I should leave. I should get up, walk out of her apartment, and go home. Sitting here, watching her as she takes each breath, is probably creepy.
Just another few minutes.
Then I’ll go.
And after that, I’m going to forget about her, once and for all.
CHAPTER 10
Quinn
I CAN FEEL HIM
I don’t haveto open my eyes to know Xander’s still here. I can feel him. Smell him. Hear his breathing. I can even sense his eyes fixed on me. Yet, instead of it being uncomfortable, it’s the exact opposite.
Slowly, without bothering to check where I’m going because I’ve done it so many times in the dark, I roll out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, not bothering to flip on the light. What time is it? How long have I been sleeping? My bursting bladder makes me think it’s been hours, but why would he stay for this long?
