Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(88)
She slid her hand down his forearm to his hand – the one splayed possessively over her stomach. His belly knotted more. He hadn’t even told her he was already trying to plant his child in her. She was new to all this and she wouldn’t be thinking about getting pregnant, but he was determined they would have children right away. He was going to have a family with her. His own family. He planned to give her everything she wanted, make her his princess, surrounded by every protection he could give her. He didn’t know how to give her sweet words, but he knew he could show her – eventually. He needed time though. Time to hook her and keep her hooked.
“So breaking this down, Trap, I will admit to being intelligent and to having studied the members of your GhostWalker team for the last four months. I visited Wyatt’s home nearly every day, watching all of you.”
He didn’t like that. Her watching the other men. Maybe wanting one of them. He pushed his hips tight against her bottom. That beautiful, curved ass that swayed when she walked. An invitation, just like her soft, sexy voice and her lush mouth. The ass that was his, not belonging to one of the other men.
“Wyatt wouldn’t suit me. Neither would any of the others. I’m a little obsessed with you, in case you haven’t noticed. It was your bedroom I went to when I couldn’t stand it and had to be close to you. I had to be close to you. You’re the only person in the world who showed me kindness. More, you saw me. As a human being, not an insect or a threat.”
“Cayenne.” He murmured the protest against the top of her head. He didn’t want her to ever have that image in her mind.
“At the risk of making you even more arrogant than you already are, you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love everything about you. Your height, how strong you are. Your eyes. The set of your jaw. I can describe every inch of your body, Trap. Every single inch. I love how you taste and how you make me feel. I love that you have a mind, and with that, comes a sexy, hot man. I want that for me. I don’t want any of the others. They wouldn’t suit my personality.”
She was silent a moment and he felt her lips whisper across the back of his hand. His cock jerked hard and he pushed deeper into the cleft of her ass. She was warm silk and her body just melted deeper into his.
“I like your personality, Trap, and it’s one I understand. I’m not easy, and I doubt that I ever will be. Yes, it hurt when you were so cold when we were in town, but you explained that and I understood. Now I know what to expect and why you need to be that way. I don’t need you to be anything but who you are. If you’re rude to me and I don’t like it, I’m going to say so. We’ll probably exchange hot words, and then I’ll probably fling myself at you because I like to see all that ice melt and I know I can melt it.”
He closed his eyes tight. He’d been alone so f*cking long. Never had he ever considered that he might fall so hard so fast or even that he could fall. But there she was, the woman who could match the wild in him. She really would understand his driving needs in the laboratory, and he was fairly certain she’d be there with him, working right alongside of him.
“I don’t like a lot of people around me either, Trap. Even if I make friends, and right now you have far more than I do as I don’t have any, I don’t foresee myself overcoming years of being alone in a cell and wanting to be with tons of people. Being with you is the longest I’ve ever been with another human being. I can’t relax without my silks surrounding me. It’s how I kept my privacy in the cells with all the cameras on me. I need them. I’m not certain too many other people are going to understand that. So you can cross that worry off your list. It’s you I want to be with.”
He heard the ring of honesty in her voice. She wasn’t ever going to be the type of woman who liked to go to parties and get her photograph taken with him in order to have her fifteen minutes of fame in magazines. If anything, that would be another detriment. But she’d do it for him. He got that now. She was in as deep as he was in spite of his sins.
“I like your bossiness and your demanding because I can be the same way. As far as you making demands on my body – seriously, Trap? Can you not feel what you do to me? I look at you and melt. I want to have sex with you. I love having sex with you. I may not know what I’m doing exactly, but I learn fast and I know I can give you whatever you need. I trust that you’ll do the same for me. Trap.” She turned her head to look at him over her bare shoulder. “I want you with every breath I take.”
There it was. Cayenne handing him everything. She didn’t have to, and most women wouldn’t. She didn’t play games, she wouldn’t know how. She was strictly honest and meant every single word she said. He let his breath out slowly, his fingers, as they stroked her stomach, reverent.
“My father was a mean son of a bitch, Cayenne. I didn’t have one of those happy homes like you see in the movies or read about in books. He liked to beat up my mother and his children. He didn’t work much, so he had a lot of time to think up ways to f*ck with all of us. My mom worked and she didn’t often see what he did to us, but eventually she decided to take us and run.”
Her hand moved over his, stroking caresses, but she remained silent. Waiting. Knowing it wasn’t good, but wanting him to understand she was with him no matter how bad it was. He was in her mind and he felt that solidarity. It was strange to share space in one’s mind because the loneliness simply disappeared. Every last vestige of it. Cayenne filled those deep cracks and wide gaps. Her strength. Her warmth. Her caring.