Page 48 of Broken
The rain is still coming down, hammering against the windows. The warmth of this place has been irritating the wholetime I’ve been here. Now I welcome the heat. It’s cold as hell. Or maybe I’m chilled by Garrett.
As he stares, the chill turns molten. What the hell is going on with him? He told me he is an asshole, and proud of it, now he’s staring at me like he wants to eat me. Now is the perfect time to throw cold water on this.
“Do you have cameras in the shop?”
His eyes narrow and he shifts a little but doesn’t turn away.
“In the back room, specifically?” My voice is low, breathy. Either I’m scared to hear he does, and he saw me… Or him seeing me is getting me hot.
“Are you asking me if I watched you fuck your own hand, Vixen?” he takes a step toward me.
My heart falls into my stomach.He watched. Our eyes lock on one another. He hasn’t moved any closer, watching me, waiting to see how I’m going to react. How do I feel? He watched me doing something so personal. So sexual.
I’m caught between embarrassment and arousal right now and it’s confusing as hell. Every time he calls me Vixen, it makes me weak-kneed.
“You saw it… All?” I ask.
“I saw enough.”
“What does that mean?” I blurt out.
“It means I caught the end of it. I erased the recording.”
“Oh.” That’s a surprise.
“I remember every second of what I watched.”
My lips part in surprise. Followed quickly by another wave of heat. His voice is like molten lava, his eyes burning into me. It’s like that night all over again. I don’t want to get burned. When he ran away, that hurt. He doesn’t get to do that again.
“Do you remember, Calli?” he takes another step toward me. His stride is long, and my kitchen is small. He’s right in front ofme now. “What you were thinking when you slipped your hand inside your panties and said my name?”
My heart thumps hard and my breath becomes shallow, it’s hard to breathe. A slow steady beat starts between my thighs. His scent surrounds me. My body leans toward him but I hold myself back.
Not this time. I’m not making that move. No matter how much I want to feel him against me.
He moves to stand in front of me. I’ve never been captivated by anyone like this before. Never been able to read a person the way I can with him. Standing before someone who isn’t saying anything, but I see everything in his eyes.
“You walked away. I remember that.”
His nostrils flare and his fists tighten. That one landed. He’s undeterred and goes on.
“Were you thinking of me, the whole time, when you were touching yourself?”
My hand itches to slap him. Letting him control me isn’t an option. But, that isn’t what he wants. As much as my brain is telling me to back away, I’m caught in his snare, his gaze, those eyes focused on mine.
“The man you can’t stand,” he asks, tilting his head, moving imperceptibly closer. “The man who got you all worked up,” he leans forward, putting his lips close to my ear. “Then left you high and dry, so you had to take care of yourself?”
I nod, staring at the pulse point on his neck.
“Did you wish it was my fingers inside you?” his hot breath hits my neck.
An embarrassing whimper leaves me.
“Do you want it right now?” His lips brush my neck, barely there, then gone. “Are you wet, Vixen?”
My thighs squeeze together, trying to get some relief. I’m soaking wet. His voice is making me crazy. I’m so turned on,I need something to ease this feeling. Garrett’s fingers brush through my damp hair, moving it away from my neck, he inhales.
The barest breath on my skin, a light brush of my hair. And I’m fucking drowning.
