Page 26 of Soft Tissue Damage
Elena lifts her head, and her sweet, imploring expression goes straight to my cock. My son’s girlfriend is achingly beautiful. Not only that, but she also stabbed a man and struck another with a lamp. I think she might be perfect for me.
“Don’t worry about me, darlin’,” I whisper, brushing my lips over her brow, wishing I could carry her upstairs and straight to my bed. I’m in so much trouble, and it’s got nothing to do with four dead men.
“You must think I’m such an idiot for getting lost. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.”
She made a mistake when she got off at Fenton instead of Fenwick, but mistakes happen. It’s what she did when she got into trouble that counts. She called for help. She stayed on the phone with me. As soon as she was able to, she fought back as hard as she could. The other week, she went straight for the panic button in my kitchen when she thought there was a stranger in my house. Elena has better instincts than she realizes.
She’s smart.
She’s a quick thinker.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I caress her cheek. “I think you’re amazing. You’re who I want.” I let her think I mean she’s who I want looking after my daughter.
“I never imagined that anyone would care enough to come to my rescue like you did. Thank you, Mr. Grant.”
She traces her fingers across my jaw. My lips. I’m transfixed by her. I’m not the kind of man to lust after someone else’s woman, but there’s an undeniable tension between us, and I can’t pull away.
“Mr. Grant…” she whispers.
“Call me Cullan.”
“Cullan.”
Elena saying my name cuts through the last of my self-control. I cradle her face in both hands. “Do you see me?”
Elena’s eyes rove over me, taking in every detail. The blood that spatters my cheeks. The darkness in my eyes.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Are you afraid of me, darlin’?”
“No, Cullan.”
I groan and slant my mouth over hers. Her lips are soft and parted, and her mouth opens wider for me, surrendering completely to the kiss. Her fingers twine through my hair, sweet touches that make my body burn. This is all I’ve ever needed, for a woman to see who I really am and still want me. I’ve always kept my bloodlust tightly under control, but I can feel my darkness rising and flexing its muscles as I go on kissing Elena. My tongue strokes lovingly over her lower lip, and she whimpers. I could push this seat back and pull her astride me. I’m aching for her as I capture her lower lip in my teeth and bite down.
When she gasps against my mouth, I fumble for the seat controls.
There’s a tapping on the window by my head. “Dad. Elena. Is that you? Is everything okay?”
Elena breaks our kiss with a gasp, her expression shocked and frightened.
The windows of my truck have steamed up, but I can just make out Leon on the other side, peering in at us.
I prowlaround my house with clenched fists. There’s a tight, buzzing in my chest that makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
I saved my woman.
Ikilledfor her.
And another man took her from me.
I’m fully aware that she’s my son’s girlfriend, and he has every right to be alone with her and take her wherever she wants, but I’m furious. Another man is comforting my woman.
Holding my woman.
Kissing my woman.
