Guarding His Obsession

But when I first saw him, I knew something about him just felt right. I felt a pull to him like nothing I’ve ever known before. Heck, I am doing things with him I’ve never even thought about doing with anyone before.

“And what would you suggest?” he asks, like he’d actually do whatever it is I’d suggest.

“A cupcake?” I half-joke, thinking he’d never do that. “It could go right next to that skull.”

Drake throws back his head and laughs. It rocks his body and makes me smile. I seem to even like him doing that, too. Everything he does gets me worked up. It makes me want to be wrapped around him again.

“I’m glad I’m moving in. I think I’ll keep you. We seem to work better than I do with most people,” I confirm. Yes. That seems logical. I could watch him all the time. Though I’m not sure how much work I’ll get done. When I sat down at the breakfast bar, I’d intended to work on my laptop a little. I have a project that I need to get wrapped up—a big one—but my eyes couldn’t seem to leave him.

“You keep saying ‘move in here’ like it’s permanent. Is that what you’re meaning, or am I not understanding you?”

“Is that not…” I pause, trying to think back to what he said. Something about staying with him and I’d be safe. He’d be my bodyguard while he found out who was stalking me. I drop my eyes away from him, feeling embarrassed. It’s a feeling I’m not used to. “You just meant until you find out who’s stalking me.”

I can’t bring myself to look up at him. Is this what all those guys feel like when Elle tells them to hit the road? I suddenly feel bad for them.

I sense him before he even touches me, standing by my side. Then he cups my face in his hand, making me look up at him. Even with me sitting in the high-top chair, he’s still ridiculously taller than me. He bends down a little, bringing our faces closer.

“You can stay here as long as you like.” He moves in a little closer. “I work better with you than I do with most people, too.”

“Really?” I wiggle forward a little bit, wanting to be closer to him. My ass is practically hanging off the chair.

In one movement, he picks me up, takes my seat, and puts me onto his lap. My body straddles his thick thighs, and I settle against him perfectly.

“Yeah, really.” He uses one hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. “When your sister came to me about you and I saw your picture, I knew I’d be the one to take your case personally. I don’t do personal bodyguarding anymore. I have men for that.”

“Did you see a picture of my sister, too?” I ask, wanting to know. If Elle were here, she would have given me one of her elbow nudges to let me know it was a question I shouldn’t be asking. Nine times out of ten, I know when I’m saying something I shouldn’t. I’m not stupid, but subtlety just isn’t a skill I could ever get myself to pick up. If I had a question, I asked it or found a way to get the answer.

“I saw hers first.”

“And?” I nudge.

“And what?” His eyebrows come together like he doesn’t understand what I’m getting at.

“You didn’t want to guard her?”

“Like I told you, I put a guard on her.” He grips my hips in a firm hold. “I’m guarding you. I didn’t want anyone on you but me. From the first moment I saw that picture of you. Something hit me, and I had to see what it was. Call it the cop in me. Maybe it’s the sixth sense you develop working on cases and busting down doors.”

I wiggle a little in his lap.

“We do fit together well,” I confirm.

“I can’t think when you do that shit.”

“I know. Isn’t it amazing? It’s like my brain shuts down for once. I always feel like it’s going, but with you…” I pause, because I can’t seem to think how to finish that thought.

“It’s like nothing else matters.” He finishes it.

“You feel it, too?”

“Yeah.” He nods, resting his forehead against mine.

“I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never done this. Heck, it’s always just my sister and me. I don’t even really have any friends unless you count the ones I have on the internet. And most of the time, we’re just in competition for stuff. I’ve never had a boyfriend. That’s what you’d be, right?”

“Me neither.”

I pull back to look at him. For once, he has to look up at me.

“Had a girlfriend,” he finishes, and I just stare at him. I may not be into checking out men, but I know what women go for at least, and he fits the bill.

“But you’re,” I place my hands on his chest, feeling the tickle of his chest hair on my fingers, “you know, all sexy and stuff.” I feel my face warm a little at the admission. Again, the embarrassment hits me, reminding me how he’s so different to other men I’ve met.

“Let just say I’m not a real people person either. Never had the desire to have a girlfriend.”

“But I’m right?” I edge, because he still hasn’t confirmed this.

“That right there,” his hands slide up my hips and back down, “and a few other reasons. That’s why I’m so drawn to you. At first it was your picture, but from the moment you opened that mouth and things started to fall out, I knew I was fucked.”

“I like when you say stuff like that. Makes me feel all warm inside.” I slide my own hands up his chest and around his neck.

“Isn’t that what boyfriends are supposed to do? Make their woman feel all warm inside?” He doesn’t let me answer. He just leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss. This time it’s soft and sweet, not like the ones we’ve had before. Almost like a conformation that he’s mine now.