Page 50 of Break Me

My body molded against his as if we were meant for each other. It had been a very long time since I’d felt this comfortable, this beautiful. He had a way of making me feel as if the world revolved around me. Even the way his thumb continuously drifted back and forth across the top of my hand was subtly seductive.

But it was all fantasy and nothing else. He had his world and I had mine. They were entirely separate or at least they needed to be.

There were all those complications rolling through my mind. The strangest thing of all was that I felt zero remorse. Nor did I feel embarrassed or even concerned about the fact I’d never hearfrom him again. I wasn’t that kind of girl. This had been merely a blip in time and I was perfectly fine with that.

Plus, why did I feel any desire to be with a man who had to always carry a weapon with him? That was the reminder I needed that at any moment his life could be in danger. And anyone who shared space with him could expect the same.

The few stories I’d read about his family came to mind. There certainly wasn’t any place for a child in the picture. Ha. As if that was going to happen. Yes, he’d been sweet with my little Emily, but anyone could do that for a few minutes, even a day. No, he definitely wasn’t a family man.

There you go again, playing out the fantasy.

My inner voice was right. As usual.

Sighing, I glanced at the red LED numbers on the clock. “It’s getting late. I need to get home.”

“Mmm… I thought you might say that. I have an early meeting anyway. However, you’re welcome to stay here and enjoy yourself. Call room service. The suite is fully paid for.”

“How will I get home?”

“I’ll come back and pick you up at whatever time you’d like.”

Nerves and muscles bristled. Instead of staying the night with me, he’d make the time to return and pick me up. The tough girl side of me returned and while I tried my best to temper her, as soon as I twisted on the bed so I could face him, I could easily tell he knew I was pissed.

“You’d go out of your way to do that? For little ole me?”

He brushed his hand down my arm and damn it if I didn’t shiver all over again. Something else to irritate the hell out of me.

“Of course.”

The next thing he was going to do was to tell me he was a gentleman. Nope. The beautiful spell was broken and it needed to be.

There was no reason for what he’d just said to bother me. None. He’d told me his brother owned the resort. Naturally they’d have a suite or two kept for the family members, so it wasn’t as if he was leaving cash on the nightstand and slipping out in the middle of the night.

Yet his stark, cold words after what we’d just shared pissed me off.

Where was he staying since his house had burned to the ground with almost everything he owned with it? Of course. He had a second house or condo somewhere. Maybe he could take his private jet and head to the islands for a few weeks until his new digs were built and furnished.

It was childish of me to feel as if I was being dismissed. It was one night at my request. Or I should say my demand. Still, the sharp dig in the back of my mind was just another reminder of how different we were.

I threw back the covers and disengaged myself from him, not bothering to turn around while padding toward the door of the bedroom. Until I heard the rustle of sheets when I was just inside the doorway.

“You’re truly a beautiful woman, Halle. Tonight has been very special.”

Very slowly I looked over my shoulder, able to catch a full glimpse of his massive form in the stream of moonlight shimmering perfectly in through the crack in the blinds. He was simply gorgeous. With one arm behind his head on the pillow, the sheets pulled down to just where the deep V in his abdomen started and his hair a tousled mess, he was sexier than any model I’d seen on the cover of a glossy magazine.

Yet as of this moment, what we’d shared was nothing but a sweet, naughty memory. “That’s okay. I have my daughter to think about. She’s the most important person in my life. If you’d prefer, I’ll catch a cab.”

His laugh was deep and throaty, setting off a series of thoughts and needs that should be shoved onto a shelf. The hard rustle as he threw back the covers was followed by the gift of another look at his buff body.

Including his already throbbing, thick cock.

“Nonsense,” he gritted out. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

“So will I.” I slowly turned my head to face the living room area, disappointed in myself and with him. Maybe what I wanted was for a man to fake wanting to see me again so we’d go through the motions of pretending as if maybe we would, but later we would find reasons not to do so.

Maybe it was just another childish moment. While dressing, I reminded myself that he wasn’t good for me. And that I’d despised him two days before because he was an arrogant ass.

But he was a good lover.