Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3)(75)

When she finally stepped out, she noticed that the door to the bedroom had been shut.

Zsadist was probably back.

Wrapping a towel around herself, she had no hope whatsoever that he’d found a solution.





Chapter Twenty-six


When the bathroom door opened, Z looked over and kept his curse to himself. Bella was rosy from head to foot, her hair knotted up high on her head. She smelled like that fancy French soap Fritz insisted on buying. And that towel wrapped around her body just made him think how easy it would be to get her totally naked.

One pull. That was all he’d need.

“Wrath’s agreed to be temporarily unreachable,” he said. “Which is only a delay of forty-eight hours or so. Talk to your brother. See if you can bring him around. Otherwise Wrath has to respond, and he can’t really say no, given your bloodline.”

Bella hitched the towel up a little higher. “Okay…thank you. Thank you for making the effort.”

He nodded and eyed the door, thinking it was back to plan A: running himself into the ground. Either that or having Phury go at him.

Except instead of leaving, he put his hands on his hips. “I am sorry for something.”

“What? Oh…Why?”

“I’m sorry that you had to see what I did to that slayer.” He lifted his hand, then dropped it, resisting the urge to rub his head raw. “When I said I won’t apologize for it, I meant I never regret killing those bastards. But I didn’t…I don’t like you having those images in your head. I’d take them from you if I could. I’d take all of this from you…bear it all for you. I’m so…f*cking sorry this happened to you, Bella. Yeah, I’m just sorry about the whole thing, including…me.”

This was his good-bye to her, he realized. And he was running out of steam, so he hurried his last words.

“You’re a female of worth.” He hung his head. “And I know that you’ll find…”

A mate, he finished to himself. Yeah, a female like her would most certainly find a mate. In fact, there was one in this very house who not only wanted her, but was right for her. Phury was just around the corner, as a matter of fact.

Z looked up, intending to beat feet out of the room—and jerked back against the door.

Bella was right in front of him. As he caught her scent up close, his heart went jackrabbit on him, doing some kind of flutter thing that got him light-headed.

“Is it true you cleaned up my house?” she said.

Oh, man… The only answer he had to that was too revealing.

“Is it?”

“Yeah, I did that.”

“I’m going to hug you now.”

Z stiffened, but before he could get himself out of the way, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head came up against his bare chest.

He stood in her embrace without moving, without breathing, without returning it…All he could do was feel her body. She was a tall female, but he had a good six inches on her. And even though he was thin for a warrior, he carried at least seventy pounds more on his bones than she did. And still she overwhelmed him.

God, she smelled good.

She made a little noise, like a sigh, and burrowed into his body even more. Her breasts pressed against his torso, and as he looked down, the curve of her nape was too damn tempting. Then there was the it problem. That godforsaken thing was hardening, swelling, lengthening. Fast.

He put his hands up to her shoulders, hovering just above her skin. “Yeah, ah, Bella…I’ve got to go.”

“Why?” Closer. She came closer. Her hips moved against his, and he gritted his teeth as their lower bodies made full contact.

Shit, she had to be feeling that thing between his legs. How could she miss it? The stiff was pushing into her belly, and it wasn’t like the flipping shorts could hide the bastard.

“Why do you have to go?” she whispered, her breath brushing over his pecs.

“Because…”

When he let the word drift, she murmured, “You know, I like these.”

“Like what?”

She touched one of his nipple rings. “These.”

He coughed a little. “I, ah…I did them myself.”

“They’re beautiful on you.” She stepped back and dropped the towel.

Z swayed. She was so damned beautiful, those breasts and that flat stomach and those hips…. And that graceful little slit between her legs that he saw with shattering clarity. The few humans he’d been with had had hair there, but she was of his kind, so she was utterly bare, achingly smooth.

“I really have to go,” he said hoarsely.

“Don’t run.”

“I have to. If I stay…”

“Lay with me,” she said, easing up against him once more. She pulled the tie in her hair out, and dark waves spilled all over both of them.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying not to get buried by her scent. In a gritty voice, he said, “Do you just want to get f*cked, Bella? Because that’s all I’ve got in me.”

“You have so much more—”

“I do not.”

“You’ve been kind to me. You’ve taken care of me. You’ve washed me and held me—”

“You don’t want me inside of you.”