That actually made a lot of sense. And as much as I was terrified of the woman, I was also attracted to her, so it wouldn’t be hard to play up that side of things. I just had to figure out how to hide my fear of her. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe I could play it off as she was scary because she was so awesome at everything. That could totally work. Sometimes I really was a genius.
I tapped my thumb on the steering wheel as I drove out to Lorelei’s house. It was well past quitting time for Eric, so I knew I would be alone with her. Now I just had to fake an apology, pretend like I was more confused over liking her than anything, and then get her to open up to me. The trouble was, I really was confused over liking her. I was insanely attracted to her. It was those goddamn eyes. They were so innocent and yet so seductive and tempting at the same time. Hell, it was all of her. Who was I kidding? Killer or not, I wanted this woman. But that wouldn’t be my objective tonight.
Tonight was all about repairing the damage I had done today. I wouldn’t get her to open up if I was an ass to her. She needed to know that I wanted her. I had to seduce her, and I had done that with plenty of women before. Tonight would be no different, aside from the threat of death if I fucked this up. But that was just small potatoes.
And the truth was, I actually liked her, way more than I wanted to admit. Yes, I thought she was a killer, but when I stood with her in the kitchen and told her all that stuff about her cooking and the kids fighting…her kissing her husband…I was imagining that was me and those were our kids.
I pulled into her driveway and shook off my nerves. This was my job. I could totally do this. I was just taking one for the team. My team of one. Shit, I was so fucked. I flung the door open and walked up to her house, more like stomped. I was a bit terrified and it was coming out as anger. That just might work for me.
I didn’t even have my fist raised before she had the door open and was glaring at me. “Did you come back to tell me what a terrible widow I am again?”
“I just came to apologize.”
She snorted. “Oh, that would be a first. Since when does a man ever apologize for anything he does?”
My chest tightened in anger. “You know, for someone that doesn’t like to be judged, you sure do throw it around a lot.”
“Well, maybe that’s because I’ve dealt with men like you all my life.”
“Men like me. You think you know anyone like me? Because I can bet that your ex sure wasn’t anything like me.”
“He wasn’t my ex. He’s deceased.”
“As in, not in your life, therefore your ex,” I retorted.
She went to slam the door shut, but I stopped it with my boot. “You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re the most fucking confusing, beautiful, insane, and terrifying woman I’ve ever met,” I said, slamming my hand against the door and shoving my way inside. I yanked her against me, well aware that I was treading on dangerous ground right now, but I couldn’t help it. God, I wanted her. I flung the door shut and pushed her up against it and slammed my lips down on hers.
Her fingers instantly threaded around the back of my neck and her mouth opened for me, her tongue sliding inside. I pushed up against her, my body needing to be as close as possible to this potential serial killer. It was hot.
“You’re an ass,” she mumbled, arching her neck to the side as I slid my tongue across her jaw and caressed her neck.
“And you’re a fucking liar,” I mumbled. “Your husband never gave you this.”
She pushed against my chest, but then yanked me back, slapping me across the face before kissing me hard again. “You know nothing about my husband.”
“I know he never made you feel anything like this.” I ground my hips against her and ran my hands down her body, gripping her ass in my hands.
“How would you know that?” she gasped.
“Because if he did, you wouldn’t be all over me, desperate to have my cock inside you.”
She glared at me just seconds before kissing me hard, biting down on my lip. I could taste the blood and wondered if this was the end. Would she fuck me and then kill me? And then an even crazier thought entered my mind. Would I really care? It wasn’t the worst way to go.
Deciding I didn’t care, I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the living room, dropping her down on the couch as I knelt between her legs. I flung the blanket off the couch, removing anything that might get in my way, and started undoing her buttons. I thought what I could see was amazing, but under all those layers of clothes was a tight body and the most amazing, full breasts.
“God, those are spectacular.”
“You should see them out of my bra,” she said breathily.
That sounded very enticing, but I wanted to kiss the swells of her breasts and lead up to what was underneath. This was so different from the way I normally did this. I usually picked up a girl and took her home to fuck. There was no worshiping her body, which was exactly what I planned to do right now.
She suddenly sat up and tore at my shirt, yanking it over my head, putting her breasts right in my face. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, my tongue sliding along her neck. I
