Her hands planted right on her hips, forcing my stare to concentrate on her curves. If I thought she was sexy in scrubs or her pajama pants when she patched up my wound, it was nothing compared to the ass hugging jeans she wore now. My dick stirred and I felt a flash of desire and longing that nearly knocked the breath right out of my lungs.
“I left you a message.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. Don’t you check your phone?” Her sass was obvious, and I wanted to swat her sexy little bottom. Wasn’t the first time the thought crossed my mind and probably wouldn’t be the last. “You told me to call if I needed you and then you don’t answer.” She was growing more pissed by the second which never failed to rouse my humor. I sure liked her all riled up, cheeks flushed, passion rolling off her slender frame in waves.
“Died a few hours ago. It’s charging.” I pointed to my desk where it was plugged in. “Sorry to disappoint you, little hellcat. I wasn’t ignoring you or fucking around.”
Her shoulders released their tension. “Sorry.”
“No worries, kitten.”
She smiled, not one of those big ones that covered her entire face in a beaming glow but one of those intimate, tiny ones that felt like she was sharing a secret. My reaction was fierce, and I fought the urge to pull her into my embrace.
I didn’t fully understand my feelings for Nylah, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. My Reaper was enjoying her presence as much as I was. Hell, he was about to push me to act on all the carnal thoughts running out of control in my brain.
It had been a long time since I felt strongly for any woman. I was used to a quick fuck and that was it, parting company after getting us both off. I wasn’t the snuggling and affectionate type and yet I thought about the warmth, tenderness, and compassion I felt for this feisty blonde. She made me protective of her in a way that was disconcerting. The need to keep her safe was overwhelming. Nylah was too naïve. She didn’t get my world at all.
I should walk away, make her leave and never come back.
My Reaper snarled. He didn’t like that idea. Not
at all.
“What is it, Rael?”
“You should go home.”
One look at that sexy little nurse’s face and all bets were off. She was entirely too enticing, and I was already thinking about all the different ways my dick was gonna get to know her better. When she lifted her head in defiance, I rushed forward and claimed her full, pouty lips, hoping she was about to resist. It would be so much sweeter if I had to tame the fiery vixen that seemed to haunt my every waking moment. Couldn’t get rid of her in my dreams either.
She fell back against the wall as I pressed closer. Pulling back slightly, I smacked her ass hard. “I’ll walk you back to your car.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Don’t remember giving you an option, sweetheart.”
She stomped her foot in agitation. It was fuckin’ adorable. “You’re a bastard!”
Chuckling, the thought of her anger only made my dick grow harder. “You mean a Royal Bastard? You’d be correct, kitten. That’s exactly what the fuck I am.”
Hissing at my response, she fought while I shoved a knee between her supple thighs and felt the rising heat scorch through the material of my jeans. “You want me.”
“Nope.”
She could lie all she wanted. Nylah wanted my cock as much as I wanted to give it to her.
One of her hands lifted to scratch my face and I caught her wrist, pinning it hard against the wall. “Shield your claws, little hellcat. You don’t want to play that game with me.”
Chest heaving, she dared to lean forward and try to headbutt me in the face. Snarling, my inner demons found pleasure in the wild mixture of her defiance, arousal, and strong disdain. She may hate me for this, but I was going to take my little hellcat and fuck her until she purred. She needed a good pounding, to wake up sore and sticky between her thighs. I was more than willing.
“Careful, kitten. I enjoy it rough.”
She scoffed, pissing me off. “Are you always this sweet and charming?”
I didn’t like her attitude or her sarcasm. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and mild amusement which only provoked and prodded my Reaper. Aggravated, I decided to wipe that smirk off her face. I pressed harder against her until her tits were crushed by my abs.
“You want sweet and charming?” I growled, delighted at the thought that I would piss her off with my next words. “Get down on your knees and open your mouth. I’ll be as charming as you want.”