Page 46 of Resurfaced Passion

“Jesus, Reaper, don’t exaggerate.” She laughed. “Firstly, I’m one-twenty-one, but thanks. And he was a teacher! Teacher’s don’t kidnap women for nefarious reasons. He’s not a pirate, they’re too busy with glue and glitter. And we don’tknowhe had a Prius.”

Reaper’s back teeth ached. She was so sweetly gullible and trusting. He could tell her some shit to curl her hair about untrustworthy characters. “He had a Prius, all pricks have Prius’, Paige.”

“I’m sorry for bothering you, okay? You were the first person I thought of to call. I couldn’t worry Winter.”

Okay, fuck. Now she really had him wanting to drag her into his lap and spank her little ass. He shifted on the couch to fully face her and watched her chew on her lip like she thought he was really put out by helping her.

She had no clue she couldbother himall day and night and he’d love it.

He’d fix all her problems like it was his privilege.

“You call me, you hear?” She chewed and nodded. “Though, now you’re not dating we won’t have this situation again.” He said with some bite to his tone.

“Why aren’t I dating again?”

“Because we decided.”

“Eh… I think that was all you, buddy.”

Buddy. Fuck. Kill him now.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it was a collective decision.”

She giggled, gave him her eyes for the longest minute, her laugh drifted away, she chewed harder on her lip before glancing back to the TV.

The atmosphere changed in seconds.

He wasn’t gonna survive with her looking at him that way. Not with his full-mast cock aching for him to undo the zipper and pull it free. He’d give anything to put his fingers...his cock inside her. He wanted to put her on a tall counter and lick her until she came down his throat.

“Paige? Look me in the eye.”

“I am,” she insisted with a turn of her head, but he could see her focus was scattered. Her gaze went from his chest, to his neck, up over his hair, but never reached his face.

“You’re not.Look at me, Paige.”

“Reaper…” it came out breathy and it stroked every inch of his cock. She wet her lips with a fast lick and lifted her head. Those eyes that saw but didn’t see him—haunted him.

“Don’t date.” He rasped.Please, fuck.

“Why not? Can you tell me why, Reaper?”

Fuck. Fuck. Motherfuck. “Because I don’t want to worry about some asshole hurting you.”

She made a humming sound. “Now tell me the truth.”

He grumbled and fed her a version of the truth. “Can you trust that I’m thinking only of you and your safety?”

He witnessed her eyes turn flat. She nodded. And said no more.

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“Take them!” She said forcefully and added a foot stomp to show she meant business. If he grunted at her once more she was gonna smack him upside his stupid handsome head that was probably killing him with the pain she could see on his rigid features. “I’ve watched you for two hours. You’re in agony, Reaper, take your damn pills right now or I’ll kick your ass.”

Paige followed him into the kitchen minutes ago and cringed when he bent over the sink and groaned with a hand clawed into the back of his head.

Her heart constricted and then she got really mad, as a woman tended to do when she was worried.

“Do you have a migraine aura?”

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