Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(35)

Connor closed the door after Hunter, hating that his buddy was always right.

He was going to check on her.



He took the SUV and slowly drove along the snowy roads to her apartment. He’d silenced her last night and that had surprised him. He was sure she wasn’t about to give up already, she’d come too far and was too strong for that.

But the way she’d answered his kiss, the way she’d lost herself in his touch made him burn.

That was the one way he could get to her.

He remembered her whispered desire to forget it all when she’d not known who he was. That need for escape had lit an answering wish deep within him. That’s what he wanted again. To drown in the heat of her body, revel in the downright animal intensity of her drive—she’d f*cked her way to forgetting everything. With him.

So even though she brought threat, she also offered respite. Because for just a few more moments he didn’t want to have to think. Didn’t want to be responsible. But he was responsible not just for his company, but the whole damn mountain. And he wasn’t going to let Savannah Nash damage any of it. Not even slightly.

But perhaps the cause of his problem could also offer the solution.

He’d keep this enemy very, very close.

He banged on her door, not stopping the pounding for a full five minutes.

“Alright.” She shouted.

Finally. He glanced down at his fist, stretched out his fingers and grimaced.

“Go away Connor.” Her voice came muffled through the door.

She must have looked through the peephole.

“No,” he answered flatly.

“What?” She snapped as she opened the door. “It’s early and I was sleeping.”

Stunned he took in the brevity of her clothing. Tank top. Panties. Both black. Both tiny. Both clinging to her slim curves. She looked so sexy and tousled, he was hard in an instant. “Are you alone in there?”

Fury flashed in her eyes.

Good. That made two of them feeling it. Again.

“You didn’t answer my text,” he said.

“Because I was asleep.”

“I can see that.” He rubbed his head, thrown by all that glorious skin. He’d not seen this much of her the other night. His tongue gummed to the roof of his mouth. Adrenalin juiced through his muscles, priming him to the point of pain.

“What did you want—to warn me off some more? It won’t work.” She took the aggressive stance.

His anger bubbled. “Who’s going to listen to a word you say now? And you know what they’re going to say about you.”

“Ah, the old, double standard.” She nodded. “Because I was slutty enough to have a one night stand with you, nothing I can say can be believed?” She wrinkled her pretty nose. “What makes you think I give a damn about what anyone says about me?” She stepped into the open doorway, her almost naked body exposed to anyone walking by. “It can’t be anything worse than what’s been thrown at me before,” she sneered. “But here’s the thing, Connor. Mud sticks. Even if it’s me, your ‘once-only’ throwing the mud. Some of the mud will still stick. Some of what I can say will make people pause. Make people question. So there’ll be damage. Don’t doubt that.”

Goddamn she turned him on. Like some half-naked Valkyrie, she stood with her head held high, proud and unashamed of her actions. Relishing her threat.

His hands curled into fists and he punched them into his jacket pocket to stop himself shoving her back through the doorway and taking her hard against the wall.

He wanted her. Now. Screw the consequences and stupid complications.

All that mattered was getting hold of her and working all that fantastic energy and passion.

And for all the other mess to just melt away for those moments when he was in her.

Rein. It. In.

He’d control this. He was not his father.

“The only things about to suffer damage right now, are your extremities.” He tried to play it cool. His gaze ran over her. “Maybe you better get some clothes on, you look… chilled.”

“Not at all,” she answered softly. “The cold can’t hurt me.” She smiled wickedly. “And I’m going straight back to bed.”

The vixen knew he was burning and had decided to stoke the flames. And that changed everything. That she wanted it as much as he?

“Best place for you,” he murmured huskily, ready to push her back through the doorway and kiss her all the way to yes.

But his phone buzzed.

Saved by the freaking bell.

He pulled it out. Hunter’s name flashed at the top of the screen, but it was the text that stunned him.



Spotted three amateur pharmacists in Penworth. Thought you’d want to know.



Those *s who’d hurt Savannah? Connor’s muscles snapped. Penworth was another resort only an hour or so’s drive away. Less than half an hour in the helicopter. He shoved his phone back in his pocket.

“I have to go.” He swivelled on his heel, not looking at her again else he wouldn’t leave at all. “I’ll check on you later.”

“Don’t bother.”

Oh god, she was going to kill him with her attitude. He was f*cking it out of her. Soon.

“Of course I’ll bother.” He turned on the bottom step, still not letting himself look again. “We have unfinished business.”