Kane
You call it an obsession. I call it mere curiosity. I like to know how things tick, how a person works, and after meeting Payton, I have to admit she’s got me more than curious.
My insides are a tangled mess, and I have to know more about her, know if it’s possible to trust her, which is why I’m currently sitting outside her apartment, contemplating if I should go back inside. I’ve already done one sweep while she was at work, but I know she is inside now, probably sleeping.
I stare at the brick building she claimed yesterday had great security. One look at the place was all it took to realize it’s nothing but a dumpster fire. It took me less than a minute to break into the building, and I’m surprised no one has attacked her in her apartment yet with that flimsy lock on the door. I could have snapped the security chain with a pair of kid’s scissors.
I don’t understand why that bothered me so much either. Who cares if she is safe where she lives? It shouldn’t matter to me, yet, here I am, thinking about buying her a better lock.
The thought in itself is insane. We just met this chick, she clearly doesn’t like us or pretends not to, but maybe that only adds to the appeal. Most women throw themselves at us, knowing we have money and power, not to mention we’re not bad looking either. Payton doesn’t seem to care about any of that. Or maybe she just has a higher survival instinct than most because the truth is, being associated with us is always a danger, for them and for us.
To let an outsider into our lives is a risk, but I know Cash more than anyone else in the world, and I can tell he’s more than interested in Payton. I, on the other hand, don’t let my feelings lead. I’m definitely more of the cautionary one of the two of us.
I’m interested but not enough to put everything in jeopardy. Which leads me to the conclusion to put the car in drive and leave. I should go and not come back here.
I should.
But instead, I make the choice to break into her apartment. Fuck.
The street is quiet as I step out of the car. My feet make no noise as I walk across the street to the entrance of her apartment. My pulse speeds up, excitement filling my veins as I make my way back into the building.
Just like earlier, neither door poses a problem. I pick the locks even quicker this time, knowing exactly which angle to hold the lockpick.
My heart beats furiously as I gently open the door to her apartment, keeping the noise to a minimum. The space is draped in darkness and silence. Her flowery scent lingers in the air and fills my lungs, making my dick twitch.
I close the door quietly behind me before adjusting the growing rod between my legs. Maybe I just need to fuck this girl and get it out of my system.
With that thought in mind, I move through her small apartment into her tiny bedroom at the end of the hall. I shake my head when I find the door wide open, leaving no other barrier between her and me. Not that another door would have stopped me from coming in.
Quietly, I walk toward the bed. The only light filling the room is the dim one coming from the streetlight outside, but it’s enough to make out her sprawled body. A thin blanket covers her, letting me see the outline of her slender figure. Her hair is a wild mess, going in every direction across the pillow.
Her face is relaxed, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes move under her eyelids as if she is dreaming. I don’t know how long I watch her sleep, only that it’s not enough. I have to touch her. I want to feel her skin, run my fingers through her hair, and find out if she tastes as good as she looks.
It’s a terrible idea, but I can’t help myself. Carefully, I sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping down so much that it makes her roll toward me slightly.
She starts to murmur something in her sleep just as I reach out to touch her face. My fingers freeze, hovering less than an inch from her skin. A string of incoherent words falls from her lips before she burrows herself deeper into her pillow.
Letting my hand move on its own, I run the tip of my fingers over her cheek. Her skin is even softer than I imagined. It’s so delicate and silky; all I want to do is climb into bed with her and wrap her in my arms. I want to feel every inch of her body. Rub my roughness onto her softness.
I run the pad of my thumb over her plump lips, and her eyes flutter open.
I freeze. Leaving my hand just where it is, I stare at her, expecting a high-pitched scream any moment now, but it never comes.
Then I realize how unfocused her eyes are. Her chest is rising and falling evenly. She starts to stir, trying to push my hand away in a sleepy manner, but I grab her hand and guide it back down.
“Shhh, it’s just a dream. You’re safe,” I say softly. Even as the words leave my lips, I can’t believe that this is actually working. “Go back to sleep. Everything is fine.”
“Mmmhh,” she moans and closes her eyes again. My dick stands at attention at the sweet sound.
I cradle her face, and she leans into my touch before grabbing the blanket and tucking it tighter to her body. Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Goodnight, Payton.”
All I want to do is crawl into this bed with her and tear that blanket from her body, but I force myself to stand up instead. One more glance at the perfect angel in front of me, and I finally turn away to leave.
Damnit, this girl has gotten under my skin. I’m just not sure yet if I like her there or not.