Page 46 of Property of Stone
Despite only knowing him less than a week, she already knew how much he loved his daughter. After seeing what he did to Vic, she had no doubt he’d probably kill for Sunny.
She gasped when a hand flashed out, grabbing her wrist and jerking her off balance.
She didn’t land on the soft couch, she landed on a very hard body.
“Mornin’.”
That rough, sleepy greeting shouldn’t cause flutters in her belly or lightning to race down her spine.
Neither should the hard-on pressing against her hip.
Or the hand cupping her ass.
Or those lips curled up in a knowing smile.
Or those dark, heated eyes locked with hers.
She swallowed so she could loosen her throat enough to speak. “Can you?—”
“Mornin’,” he repeated, cutting off her request.
The man was too damn confident for his own good.
When she went to climb off him, he kept her there. Pressed against his body. The steady beat of his heart thumping against the hand she had planted on his very warm chest. “Stone…”
A grin slowly spread across his face as he released his hold on her so she could scramble to her feet. She quicklychecked to make sure one of her boobs didn’t escape the side of her tank top in an attempt to wave hello.
“Mornin’,” he repeated for a third time.
Taryn was sensing a theme. “Morning.”
With a loud yawn, he sat up. “Way you were checkin’ me out, figured you might be interested in a mornin’ quickie.” Clawing his fingers through his long, black hair did the exact opposite of taming that wild mane.
She wondered if he even owned a brush. She definitely didn’t notice any hair products for men in the bathroom.
Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if his cologne was gasoline and his beard oil made from motor oil.
When he scratched his bare chest, her eyes focused on where his long fingers touched.
When he scrubbed them down his beard, she got sucked in watching that, too.
Her reaction was not good. Since he was not her type, it made no damn sense.
Yes, he was hot.
Yes, he was surprisingly sexy.
But she had never been into “bad boy” types, and if anyone fit that bill, it was the man sitting on the couch making her insides feel as warm as his skin had been.
Making her fingers itch to explore every tattoo.
You’re here to do a job in exchange for a roof over your head and some protection. That’s it. Don’t let him distract you.
Right. Onto the business at hand. “Hungry?”
“Definitely could eat. How d’you want me to do that?” He added a cocky grin.
“The kitchen table’s a good place.”
