Predator - A Stand Alone Suspense Romance(56)

She turns her face away from me and I can see hurt flash over her face. She thinks I’m rejecting her. Fuck, this is hard. I just want to do what’s right by her.

“If you really feel something for me then only time will tell, Cara. It’s not something we can force or make disappear. We just have to let whatever’s meant to be happen.”

She nods, still looking dejected. I brush my fingers over the curve of her cheek and her eyes jump to mine. “I’ll understand if you don’t want me,” she squeezes the words out. Tears brim in her eyes, making them sparkle in the morning sun. “I mean … it’s okay. I just wanted to tell you how I feel so you don’t think I’m psycho.”

“Why would you think I won’t want you?” I move closer until our bodies brush. I watch her cheeks grow pink and it stirs something inside of me.

“Because of what happened,” she whispers. “Because a man like you wouldn’t want something that’s been used.”

A hot flare of anger surges through me. “That’s what you’ve been thinking?”

“It’s okay,” she whispers again, and this time, a tear sneaks down her cheek.

I frame her face with my hands so she can’t look away and I press my forehead to hers. “Don’t think that, Cara. You’re not used. Fuck.” I pull slightly back and lock eyes with her. “Don’t let them make you feel worthless, because you’re fucking priceless.”

She’s so beautiful as her eyes light up and a slow smile pulls at her lips. “You think I’m priceless?” she whispers.

“I risked my life twice for you, Cara. I’ll keep risking my life until I die, if it means I can keep you safe, because you are priceless.” She brings her hands to my chest, and then slides them up to my shoulders. She lifts herself to the tip of her toes and then presses a soft kiss to my lips.

For a moment I stand still and just as she’s about to pull back, I can’t fight it anymore. I slip my hand around the back of her neck and pull her closer. I tilt my head and brush my tongue against the seam of her lips. Her lips part and a breath she’s been holding escapes. I let my tongue slip into her mouth and then everything around us fades to background noise.

I brush my tongue over hers, and her body leans heavier into mine. Her fingers weave into my hair and then a soft moan drifts into my mouth. I want to devour it, devour her … but holding onto my last bit of common sense, I slowly pull back. I press one last kiss to her wet lips and then whisper, “Be careful what you ask of me. I fuck the way I kill - hard and fast.”

I expect her to flinch away from the harsh words but instead heat flares in her eyes, and it almost makes me take her right here in the open.



Cara~

I’m having a sensory overload. I can still taste him and, shit, he tastes like sex. I can still smell him, and just that alone is enough to make me want to drag him down to the ground.

I take a step closer to him but then he takes one backwards … away from me. He shakes his head, and it confuses me, because I can see the lust in his eyes. Am I reading him wrong?

“Don’t fuck with me,” he growls. But that’s just it! I want to fuck him so badly, my insides quiver at the thought.

He groans and then moves fast. His one hand slips behind my neck again and he pulls me right up against him. Instead of kissing me, he hisses, “I want you so fucking bad, Cara, but we can’t.”

I feel his hard-on pressing against my stomach and it makes fear bleed into my soul.

“See, you’re not ready. You still have so much healing to do. The day we fuck, you’ll want it as much as I do.”

Frustration washes over me, dousing the heat that was flowing through my veins. I want Damian. I mean who wouldn’t want him? He’s all man, hard and rough, and … those eyes. I let my eyes caress his face, taking in the rugged beauty of the man in front of me.

I’m not sure my want for him is stronger than my fear of being intimate again. He’s right.

“You had a question,” he says, taking a step away from me.

“Yeah, I did.” I clear my throat, tucking my hair behind my ears. I start to walk back to the cabin. “I was wondering, since you’re Alex Jackson now, is Damian Weston your real name or just another alias?”

He walks next to me, and for a moment I wonder if he’s actually going to answer me, but then he starts to talk. “After Leah died, and I killed my father, I had to disappear. Jeff is retired FBI and Leah’s father. I did him a favor by taking out my dad so he did me one by getting me a new identity. The only reason I’ve been able to get away with my job as a cleaner is because of Jeff. He just keeps covering our tracks. It’s weird, because he didn’t like the fact that Leah and I were dating. He didn’t trust me one bit. But after she died and I killed my father, he stepped right in to help me.” He glances at me and then says, “I was Sam Rees but that person died a long time ago.”

Sam Rees.

Such a normal name for such an extraordinary man.

I stop and reach my hand out to him. “Hi, Sam.”

He takes my hand and smiles as he whispers, “Hi, Cara.”





Damian~

Since our kiss on the beach it’s been getting harder every day. Keeping my hands off her is fucking hard.