Chapter Four
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Mark
I don't sleep. Not just because I'm a cop and I've seen some shit. No, I'm awake because my dick is hard, and my mind is full of the little woman sleeping in a bed so close to me I could be on her in seconds. My nose is full of the scent of her. I can tell this was the bed she slept in when I walked in. She has some of her stuff laying on the nightstand and in the corner, where a chair is situated, the duffel bag she came with is laying out half empty.
The entire time I was following her back into the room all I could think about was whether or not she had panties on under that jersey. Now, because I'm not sleeping, I know the answer. It's a hard no. Hard like I am because Rumer has kicked off her covers enough that I can see the curve of her hip in the low glow of the bathroom light I left turned on. Her jersey, that damned thing that tempts me beyond all reason has ridden up high on her waist leaving her lower body exposed.
She's curled on her side with her knees drawn up leaving me the perfect view of her bare, she's shaved down there, little pussy. As soon as I looked over and saw so much skin I was up and over by her side before I could stop myself. I saw her pussy peeking at me from in between her thighs and my mouth started watering and hasn't stopped since.
There was no way I'm going to sleep after that, so I pull the armchair over close to her bed. Close enough to have the wonderful view of her sweet little lips right in front of me. I've already made up my mind. If she likes big shirts then I have no problem tossing all of the ones she has now, so she has to wear only my shirts.
She shifts in her sleep again and I notice the room is starting to get colder. Snow has started to fall outside, and I guess that's caused the temperature to drop. I stand to make my way over to the fireplace to start a fire for us. I don't want her to be cold. Before I make it to the fireplace, I stop by her bed to pull the covers up over her. It will take time for the fire to heat up the room. I can't stop myself from touching the soft skin along her thigh. God damn, I have never felt anything like her.
She wakes up a little bit, but I don't take my hand away from where it stopped on her bare hip. Her head comes up off the pillow as she mumbles my name sleepily, "Mark?"
"Shh. It's me, little Rabbit. I'm right here." I try to make my words soft for her, but I'm not sure how successful I am. To my own ears, my voice sounds deep and gruff.
She lays back down not saying a word about my hand. "It's getting cooler. I'm going to make a fire so we don't get cold, baby."
I finally take my hand away and replace it with the quilt she kicked off. She blinks at me and then nods. She's already back asleep by the time I make my way over to the fireplace. I always thought of myself as a hero but am I really. I shouldn't have touched her while she slept. Hell, I shouldn't have been sitting in a chair staring at her pussy for hours either. Would a good man do that? Probably not.
So where does that leave me? I am definitely sure how I feel about bad guys doing bad things to innocent people. It seems like my sense of gray areas only comes out when I think about my sweet little Rabbit. Hell, even her nickname puts me firmly in the role of predator. What is it about this woman that brings out a part of me that clearly has never been out before? And is it a good thing?
It doesn't matter because I'm not going to stop. I'm not giving this woman up. If that makes me a bad guy then so be it. I'm sure of certain things though. I would never hurt this woman - I couldn't. It would be like hurting myself. No, it would be worse. I would never recover if I did something to hurt her. I would give this woman anything she ever ask for and make her life the best thing she could ever imagine. I will take care of her until my last dying breath and find a way to do it even after that. No one will ever love or care for her more.
I stoke the flames and go back to my chair which is where I stay until a weak sun comes up over the mountain. I hit the shower and am ready to go by the time Rumer starts to stir. She rolls over in bed and her eyes grow large. She's just remembering what happened last night and the fact she’s not rooming with sweet little Milly anymore.
No, she's just remembered that she slept with a totally different person last night. One who’s not little or sweet. A hunter, who plans to capture himself a cute, little Rabbit. A cute, tasty little rabbit.
"I'll see you downstairs, little rabbit."
Her eyes narrow and her forehead gets a cute as fuck crinkle in the middle. I don't wait around for her to questions or tell me to pack up and leave the room. How was I to know all hell would break loose downstairs or the weekend would only get darker?