When he stormed into my store with that look of defiance in his eye, tight jaw, and stalkerish tendencies, I nearly jumped him. He’s so fucking sexy, he’s the whole fucking world to me and it tears me apart that I have to break his heart time and time again to keep him at arm’s length.
With my stomach grumbling, I remember that we never got around to eating last night and I leave him sleeping in my bed.
First things first, If I’m going to be spending my day thinking about a little eight-year-old boy wielding a knife and being forced to end someone’s life, then I’m going to need coffee…and lots of it.
I get busy with my brand new coffee machine. I’ve been saving for this bad boy for weeks now. I could have gotten one a while ago, but when it comes to coffee, I wanted the best and unfortunately for me and the rest of the world, having the best usually comes with an expensive price tag.
I fire her up and as I watch her make magic as my mind wanders back to that little boy. Rivers said he didn’t know what happened to the children of that family, but I have a bad feeling in my gut. Anton is all about making money and he’s not above selling orphaned children.
I wonder what kind of information I could find on the internet. I just need to do a little math and work out which year it would have happened and search through all the unsolved murders in the area. There will be names in there and then I’ll add a little Facebook stalking. Everyone is on Facebook now, but it’s a long shot. Those kids would have changed their names or moved away. They’d be lucky if they even remembered who their mother and father were. Hell, their names were probably never disclosed for privacy and child protection laws.
My coffee machines beeps, signaling that the yummy goodness is ready and just as I reach for it, two strong arms come down on either side of me, caging me against the kitchen counter.
I instinctively relax into him and curse my traitorous body for its ho-ish behavior. His arm moves and I expect it to curl around my body, but when he reaches for my coffee and takes a sip, I don’t even find myself getting mad. I’m currently living in bliss, but if anyone else was to touch my coffee, they’d lose their fucking head. There’s just something about Samuel Rivers that makes everything right in the world even when he’s in the middle of performing the most criminal acts against me.
My head falls into his chest and I force my eyes open, trying not to allow myself to get distracted by his manly goodness which is when I realize there’s a huge cardboard box sitting on my dining table. My brows pull down as I take it in. “What’s that?” I question. “Did you put it there?”
“Mmm,” he grumbles. “It’s nothing. I had an interesting night is all.”
I’m two seconds from digging for more information when he nuzzles his face into my neck and I lose all train of thought. Hell, I lose all sanity and find myself tilting my head to give him more access.
What the hell am I doing? I’m supposed to be kicking him out and taking a stand. I’m supposed to be letting him know that I no longer trust him and reminding him where my door is, but let’s face it; I’m a horny bitch who hasn’t got off properly in four years.
Rivers’ lips roam over my neck and a groan slips out of me as he nibbles gently on my ear lobe. I feel his smile against my neck and once again, I find my ass pressing back into him.
A warm hand travels from my waist down my body until it cups firmly between my legs only briefly dealing with the ache that pulses there. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” he murmurs in the deepest voice I’ve ever heard, “but you were having a dirty dream this morning.”
I suck in a breath as my eyes close, trying to figure out what he’s talking about when he presses that hard column against my ass, instantly reminding me of my morning. I was thinking about the few times we’d been together and in doing so, I’d pressed myself against him, just like I’m doing now.
Shit. He must have been awake, just laying there enjoying me rubbing myself against him. I should be mortified, but it’s Rivers and it’ll take a lot for me to feel embarrassed when it comes to him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him.
“Uh-huh,” he breathes as he returns his lips to my neck.
Another groan is pulled from within me and I find my arm sliding up until it’s curled around the back of his neck. “I think you should go,” I say though it comes out way too breathy and needy, letting him know exactly how badly I’m affected.