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She nodded. “I’m trying, Torch, I swear. I… it’s just… it’s you.”
What the hell? “Me?”
Grace
Nowhewasherein front of me, I was back to struggling to put words together. Something about him intimidated me, but not in a bad way. It was more like he was so exciting and intoxicating that words failed me, because my mind was purely on him, and what he could do to me.
“Grace, for god’s sake. I said I was sorry, well, I guess I didn’t actually, but I am. I mouthed off, but it was for a damn good reason. Someone’s trying to kill people in the club, and our women are at even more risk, and I was just trying to-”
“I… ‘our women’? Is that how… am I your woman, Torch?”
He edged closer, his hand coming down on my knee.
“Babe, as far as I’m concerned you were going to be mine, but I won’t get in the middle of some other relationship, okay? I know I’m a biker, and you expect me to be an asshole, but I’m no homewrecker. Deal with that shit first, then look me up.”
Wait, what? Confusion welled at his words, and lifted me a little out of that intimidated daze he always seemed to knock me into. Relationship?
“What relationship? What are you talking about?” I sat up straighter, easing my legs down from my defensive pose. He was sitting so close now that I could smell him, that delicious scent of leather and oil or something like it. A scent that filled my senses, making me want to move closer. He was everything I shouldn’t want, and all I actually wanted.
“Babe, I get it, and as much as it pissed me off, it makes sense. A woman like you, you don’t slum it with a guy like me, and if you do, it’s a bit of rough on the side, before you go home to your normal rich guy boyfriend or whatever.” He’d pulled his hand back, and the loss of his warmth felt like too much to lose right now.
“What boyfriend? I don’t understand, Torch. You saw my house, I live alone. Why do you think there’s some other guy in my life?”
He leaned an elbow on the back of the sofa, facing me sideways, so he could look me in the eyes. His eyes were dark brown, and so intense, they could have burned right through me. His shaved head suited him, which probably sounded weird, but he didn’t need hair to look hot, and that disturbing tattoo on his scalp? It was unbelievably sexy, even though it’d probably scare most women, and probably should scare me.
“Babe, why’d you freak like that afterwards? It was like you couldn’t get rid of me fast enough, and get rid of the evidence. Like you knew he was coming home, and you had to hide what you’d done. I mean, it hurt at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised I should just be grateful that you at least gave me that much time with you.”
“Stop, Torch! I swear, there’s no other man. There hasn’t been since… well, in a while. There’s never been another man in the house I’m in. It belongs to my parents, and they don’t live in town anymore. They were letting it out, and when… when I was forced to move back here, I rented it from them. I… have you been thinking, this whole time, that I was just some unfaithful bitch woman who cheated on her man, then hid it after like a dirty secret?”
He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, and it was adorable, that slight flush in his cheeks as he looked away from me. This big, strong, deadly guy was embarrassed for feeling used by me.
“I’d never do that, Torch. I’m not that kind of woman.”
“So what kind are you?” He asked suddenly, fixing me with a glare again. Why was that so hot?
I felt that spell of his settling over me again and gasped, covering my eyes, even though I immediately knew I looked like an idiot for doing it.
“Sorry, I just… don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what, babe?”
“Like you’re owning me with one look. I can’t concentrate, or even speak, when you get so intense. I don’t know why, but I swear I only asked you to leave the other day because I have a problem with messiness, and suddenly I was aware of how I was-”
“Covered in my cum and your spit, and looking so fucking sexy I wanted to keep you?”Holy shit.
Torch edged closer, taking my hand and squeezing it lightly.
“I liked seeing you like that. I liked knowing that you were that much of a mess because of me, and I really wanna get you messy again. I know you might struggle with that stuff, but I promise to get you so completely out of your head, and blissed out, that you don’t even know what the word mess means.”
Oh god. If he kept saying stuff like that, I’d never be able to stop myself from jumping him, and right here in Lissa’s office of all places. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t want sex mess on her sofa though.
“I have pretty bad OCD, Torch. It means that messes are something I have to fix, or I can’t focus on anything else. It means that I have to have absolute order in my home. That’s just part of how fucked up my head is.”
“So you don’t want me to cum all over you, after I fuck you into oblivion?” Oh godoh god!
He grinned then, a wicked, one side of the mouth, kind of grin.
“Or is it okay if I coat you in my cum like my perfect little whore, as long as I help you clean up after?”
