I laugh, but it’s hollow, and her eyes widen at the sound. “Darling, listen. You’re under my protection now, and you need to understand that going home is possibly the stupidest thing that you can do. You think that the guy last night wasn’t watching us? You think that he wasn’t relaying information back to the person who hired him. I guaran-fucking-tee you, Eva, they know everything about you.”
“What?” She steps back and grabs onto the edge of the sink. Even though she’s still favoring her hurt ankle, I notice that when she’s really stressed out it’s almost like she doesn’t realize how bad the pain still is. “You can’t keep me away from my apartment.”
Yeah, I did research on her apartment building. There’s absolutely nothing there that she could possibly miss. “Eva, I’m going to do whatever I have to do in order to keep you alive, and right now that means that I need to keep you the fuck away from your apartment. Is that too hard for you to understand? You want to be tied back up on the bed?”
Part of me is hoping that she does want to be tied back up, but only because I love the thought of my sexy little Eva tied down with no way to get away from me. My cock hasn’t stopped throbbing since I burst into her room, and I wouldn’t mind getting it wet right now.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” she says, backtracking quickly. Her eyes dart around the bathroom before landing back on me. She sighs. “Okay, Roque. I trust you.”
I raise an eyebrow. That’s the first time I’ve heard her say that and I can’t help but wonder if she’s trying to pull something over on me. If I can get her to trust me then I can keep her safe. She may not realize that yet, but that’s my only goal.
Well, that and to have her to myself.
“Okay. Good. Now strip down and let’s get you clean.” She squeaks out a protest but I ignore her and lean into the shower, turning the water on high. It’s a huge walk-in shower, with a seat in the corner, so she’ll be able to easily sit under the spray and wash herself. She peeks in at the space but doesn’t move to strip.
I sigh. “What’s the problem, Eva?”
Color floods her cheeks and I love that I have that effect on her. “I don’t know that I want you to see me naked.”
This time, when I laugh, it’s full and loud. Thank God Ma is the only other person in the house right now, or I’m sure that my laughter would bring them all running, and I don’t want anyone else to get a peek at my naked girl.
“I’ve cum in you twice, Eva, and you’re worried about me seeing you naked? Here, I’ll help you.” Before she can stop me, I grab her shirt and pull it over her head. It’s been through a lot since her shift last night and it tears off easily, leaving her naked and panting.
“Hey, no!” She cries, making a feeble attempt to grab the shirt from my hand. When I hold it in the air above her head she smiles.
For fuck’s sake, she’s smiling.
God, I think I’m falling for this broad, and I don’t know how to stop it.
Chapter 15
Eva
Sometimes, when I’m really tired and unable to think straight, I think that things are funny even if they’re not. I laugh when I’m uncomfortable, and I tend to smile to make myself feel better.
But sometimes, even when things are shit, I manage to find something funny in the situation, and I think that that’s what’s going on right now. I mean, I’m naked, standing in a steamy bathroom with the sexiest guy I know, and apparently his captive?
Geez, none of the romance novels that I read when I was younger have prepared me for this, but I can’t help but admit that it’s kinda hot.
Okay. It’s really hot. I don’t know what this means for me, and I sure as hell don’t know what it means for the two of us – if there even is a two of us – but I do know that out of all of the people in the world, Roque is the only one who makes me feel safe.
And not just now, when apparently I may be on the hit list of someone who wants to hurt him, but in my entire life. My ex certainly never made me feel safe like this, and my dad wasn’t really around to take care of me, but Roque?
Well, if I didn’t know that he killed people and had me tied to a bed, he’d be my knight in shining armor, but we all know that they’re not real.
So what is he?
Whatever he is, the way he’s looking at me right now is making it really hard for me to concentrate. As I watch, he drops my shirt to the ground. It flutters down, and I have plenty of time to reach out and grab it from the air, but I don’t want to.
My core is heating up and I feel myself getting wet. Last night, there was a ton of his family in the house, and I have no idea if they’re still here or not, but I don’t care. I want Roque.
That’s not entirely true. I need him. I need him to make me feel safe, and whole, and cared for, and if his entire family hears us doing that in the bathroom then I honestly don’t care.
What has happened to me?
Locking my eyes on his, I slide my hands across my stomach and rest them on my hips. He raises an eyebrow, but his eyes are locked on mine and he doesn’t move. My hands feel like they’re on fire. My skin is so hot that just touching
