I understand completely, but there’s something else I have to do. “Um, Roque?” My voice is small and I glance over at the driver. He’s standing by the door but not looking at me. “I have to pee. Bad. Like, really bad.”
Roque nods and reaches down, picking me up and pulling me in to his chest. I gasp and fight him a little, but he just squeezes me tighter, keeping me so snug to his body that I couldn’t possibly pull away.
This close to him, I can’t help the way I feel. He radiates heat, and I can feel all of his muscles as he turns and walks me out of the bedroom. Even though he’s got to be dead on his feet, his pulse is slow and steady, and I can’t help but rest my head on his chest to listen to it.
“Bathroom,” he says simply, putting me down in front of the toilet. “After this, I’ll help you shower or take a bath, if you want.”
My face flushes as I think about his hands on my body, soaping me up, running his fingers over my curves and back inside of me. “I think I’ll be fine,” I tell him. “You don’t have to worry about helping me.” While I talk, I slowly unwrap the blanket that’s still tied around me and let it drop down around my waist.
Immediately, goose bumps pop out all over my body. It’s much colder in the bathroom than I thought, and the small shirt I have on is simply not enough to keep me warm. I jerk my head up to look at Roque and feel dizzy with the way he’s looking at me.
His eyes roam up my body, stopping to take in my tits. I want to cross my arms, but the way he’s looking at me has me frozen in place. He looks like he’s starving. He looks like he can’t wait to take me home and make a meal of me. I feel my pulse start to pick up and I close my eyes, breathing in from my nose to try to calm down.
This guy – this sex god – may be a great lay, but he’s also the reason someone shot at us last night. I can’t go on thinking about what his body feels like pushed up next to mine. I won’t let myself go there.
“I’ve seen you naked, Eva,” he says, his voice cutting into my thoughts. “You don’t have to worry about me seeing something that I haven’t already. I’m happy to help you shower in a bit.”
It’s almost impossible for me to argue with that, and besides, my bladder feels like it’s going to explode. When I point at the door, he turns his back on me, but he doesn’t leave.
Fine. He wants to hear me pee? I can’t hold it any longer without worrying about having an accident, so I drop down the blanket, throwing it to the ground, and slowly lower myself down.
God, it feels good to pee. If I just splash some water on my face here in a bit then I’m sure I’m going to feel better. Not all the way better, but good enough to actually think straight about how I’m going to get out of here.
I struggle to stand back up and pull up the blanket before hopping to the sink and washing my hands. As I do, Roque turns around, his eyes locked on me as I move.
“Where did you go last night?” I have so many questions that I want to ask him, and I’m not sure how he’ll take them, but I need to start somewhere. Will he even answer me? The navy blue towel by the sink is fluffy and I gratefully splash some water on my face before drying my hands.
He still hasn’t answered me, so I turn to him, propping one hand on my wrist to look as serious as possible. “Well? Why did you leave me here tied to a bed like someone in a bad BDSM film?”
Roque chuckles and I scowl at him. “You haven’t ever seen a bad BDSM film, have you, my Eva? Well, let me tell you, when you’re ready, I’ll introduce you, but I don’t think your sweet little cunt can handle that just yet. And I left you here to take care of the person who tried to kill me, or do you not remember?”
“Take care of him? What happened?” Quickly, I scan his body. He’s obviously here in one piece, but that would mean…that would mean that the other person wasn’t, right?
“He won’t hurt us again.” Roque sounds serious and I still, digging my fingernails into my own hip.
“How can you be so sure?”
In response he leans down, dropping a kiss on my forehead. I tilt my head up to him, wanting to see him when he answers me. I have to know how serious he is. I have to know whether or not this problem is really fixed.
His lips are hot on my skin and I immediately feel my body respond to his touch. Not now, I tell myself, although my core is already warming for him.
“Because I shot him in the head, Eva. I did it for me, and I did it for you, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I needed to.”
That was not what I expect him to say, and part of my body screams for me to pull away from him. He’s a killer, plain and simple, but the fact that he was willing to kill someone for me, just to keep me safe, resonates through my body.
I know that I shouldn’t lean into him. I know that I should pull back as he wraps his arms around me and snuggles me closer to his chest. His heartbeat is slow and steady and it eases
