* Liam *
I considered looking up the highest known mountains in our solar system. I wanted to visualize a lump of shit as big as I was.
Looking into Kayla’s eyes for the first time… I was hit in the center of the chest with a sledgehammer wielded by a giant. I actually saw flashes of neon green threaded through my vision.
Those eyes.
There weren’t words worthy enough to describe them. Finally seeing her whole face – those delicate cheekbones, the expressive curve of her brows, those full, sensual lips.
Those eyes.
Beautiful and saucy and fascinating. The most crucial, immediate issue was how sweetly sexy they were.
I had been studying her reaction, ready to gauge the most subtle cringe when she first saw me, but it wasn’t there. She didn’t flinch. At all. She seemed… delighted?
I thought I’d been well prepared for any sort of reaction, but not that. I was expecting her to paste on a smile and pretend that she wasn’t taken aback. Yet she really wasn’t.
She thought I was attractive. It was genuine.
My own reaction was the most feral, animalistic urge I’d ever had. I needed to take her right there in the office. Or in the lobby. I needed to make her mine, immediately.
I needed her. Fiercely.
I’d never had such a savage emotion in my life. I’d thought I’d felt lust before, but maybe not. This was something far beyond anything I could possibly have imagined.
I needed to throw her down and capture her, thrusting inside her until she screamed my name. Then until she couldn’t scream anymore.
Maybe it was like a dog seeing a rabbit run by for the first time. Something worth chasing. An instinctive reaction. And so much more.
I was also completely in love with her. It was somehow separate from my physical reaction, and much more important than the lust.
It had been obvious that I was falling for her hard, but I thought for her sake that I’d be able to control it. I would see her disappointment, and that would be the spray bottle of logic blasting the naughty cat of my desire for being up on the furniture.
However, these feelings could not be trained or controlled in any way.
That scared the royal hell out of me.
I was a big guy, but still, people at the gym often laughed about how my strength was much higher than it should be for my size. Just weird, I guess.
How could I control myself around her? How could I be gentle, tender, everything that Kayla deserved, if I had even one flash of this animal inside me that needed to throw her down?
I could never allow myself to be alone with her again if I couldn’t trust myself. Like an addict who gives up booze, I couldn’t let myself have a single drop.
It was agony to try to chat with her politely as I took her home and got her settled. It would have been lovely to have dinner with her and become accustomed to those flashing, bright blue eyes. But I’d only survive it if I fucked the daylights out of her first, and that could never happen.
If I ever let that cat out of the bag, how much would be enough to tame this primitive beast reaction? Once a day? Five times a day?
I couldn’t take over her life. That couldn’t be what she really wanted. She had her school, then a career ahead of her. She had dreams and plans that didn’t involve spending half of her time being worshiped by a guy like me.
I would give anything to adore her. Her curves, her soft skin, how sensitive she was to touch… I would take every single advantage of what I’d learned about her already to make her squirm, squeal, and lose herself completely.
Going straight to the gym, I broke every personal best I’d ever taken notice of. Then I ran on the treadmill until I was dripping sweat, heaving for air. I drove myself until I realized I was on the verge of becoming unsteady.
An ice-cold shower shocked my system so hard it had to have shaken the worst of it out. I went home trying to hope that I’d be able to sleep without seeing those eyes.
Oh fuck, those eyes.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN