Page 4 of When He Fights
She wasn’t so sure it would.Anastasia was afraid it might change nothing.That they’d have sex.Insanely amazing sex.And he’d still walk away when the time came.
“I’ve been keeping my hands off you.”His hands were currently clenched.“It’s taken every ounce of my self-control, but I’ve done it.I watch you.I ache for you.But I know that I amnotsupposed to have you.You aren’t meant to be mine.”
Why not?No, she wouldn’t ask.She was already getting enough of a rejection.
“I’m sleeping on the floor,” Kane announced.
Right.The better to not fuck her.She stared at him.He stared at her.Time tick-tick-ticked so slowly past.
“It’s not real,” he said.“What youthinkthat you feel?It will go away.It’s happened before.”
Oh, now that just hurt even more.“You often have witnesses who fall in love with you?”Who you fuck?Or, uh, don’t fuck?
“Close proximity.Forced proximity.Danger.Adrenaline.It’s a witch’s brew that plays with your emotions and channels your lust.”He side-stepped.His hands unclenched.“It’s not real.”
So why did it feel like it was?
He grabbed an empty ice bucket.“Going to get some ice,” he suddenly muttered.“Ice, some sodas.And, ah, you didn’t have any dinner tonight.”
She had no appetite.
“Maybe I can find one of those candy bars that you like so much in a vending machine.”
Really?He was gonna consolation prize her with the promise of a candy bar?A candy bar did not equal sex, and she was just so hurt.Rejected.Because Kane didn’t get it.The way she felt for him wasn’t just about safety.Or some confused, displacement BS.
It felt more real than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
“I’ll be right back.”Then the man basically double-timed it out of the motel room.The door clicked closed behind him.
Sure.He’d practically run away.
Why not?
She looked back at the bed.
One motel room.One bed.
One broken-hearted and thoroughly rejected Anastasia.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”Kane breathed as he stood in front of motel room one-oh-three.He looked down at his hands under the hard glare of the exterior light near the room, and sonofabitch, his fingers were actually shaking a bit.Shaking because he wanted Ana so very much.
He gripped the stupid ice bucket tighter.
I wanted to take her right there, against the wall.I wanted to drive hard and deep into her and feel her come around me.I wanted to make her scream.I wanted her nails raking down my back.
I never, ever want to let her go.
He stalked away from the motel room.Headed for the ice machine.He damn well needed to cool down because the truth was that his body was always in overdrive anytime she was near him.He was supposed to be protecting her, for shit’s sake.Not wanting to constantly strip her and make her scream as she came for him.
He rounded the corner.Saw the machine.Heard the whir of the motor.
He’d done the right thing.If he crossed the line and slept with her, there would be hell to pay.He’d only taken the protection gig as a favor for his buddy Gray, but the Fed would be furious if Kane screwed up the case.
Or screwed her.
He shoved the bucket under the dispenser.Hit the button and watched as chunks of ice tumbled out.
I did the right thing.Because he would never, ever be right for Ana.No matter how much he wanted her.She was going to get a new identity soon.A new life.She didn’t need a bastard like him dodging her steps.
