Stolen to Love (Stolen 3)

“He cleaned it,” she says and I stop.

“Oh.” I look around.

“He headed that way.” She points down the hallway and I guess he must have gone home. “Can I make you something to eat?”

“No thank you.” My hunger has disappeared and in its place is a gigantic knot. Am I upset that he hasn’t chased me?

Elise nods and goes back to wiping down the counter. I make my way to the stairs thinking it’s too early to turn in. I could put my pajamas on and read for a bit. Maybe my hunger will come back and I’ll sneak into the kitchen later for a snack.

I stop when I reach the top of the stairs and I see Xander sitting in front of my door. He looks up when he hears me and his eyes lock on mine.

“What are you doing?” I take a step back down the stairs as my pulse spikes.

“Come away from the stairs before you give me a heart attack. It’s not as though you can run this time.” He stands up and his big frame fills up all the space. “I’ll catch you.”

“I wasn’t going to run,” I blurt out. Actually I have no idea what I was going to do. I’m trying to put distance between us, but there’s no room. He bends down and picks something up.

“I made you something to eat.” When I see a tray in his hands I take a step back up the stairs.

“You cooked?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“It’s getting cold.” He balances the tray on his hand as he opens my bedroom door. I bite my lip, debating if this is such a great idea, but my feet start moving without my permission.

“Is it edible?” I look down at the pancakes that actually look pretty good. In fact they look perfect. The bacon doesn’t look as though it fared as well. I bite my lip to keep from laughing because he did try. It’s sweet and also very unlike him. “Did you poison it?”

“I think we both know I’m not trying to kill you.”

I peek up at him feeling a touch shy. My eyes go straight to his mouth and I wonder if he can still taste me there. I rode his face just a little bit ago and the thought makes my heart start to race. My nipples tighten and I want more but we can’t. Or we shouldn’t.

“In.” He nods toward my room, and for once I do as he tells me. He follows me in, kicking the door shut behind us.

“I’m not sure this is a great idea.”

“Eating? I thought you always want to eat.” He smirks at me, actually smirks.

Someone could knock me over with a feather as I watch him set the tray down on my bed. He sits down next to it and pats the spot on the other side of tray.

“Come eat and make fun of my cooking. I know you want to.” My stomach lets out a loud growl and his smirk turns into a full-on grin. I sit down and he cuts off a piece of pancake as he brings it to my mouth. It’s warm and buttery and so damn sweet.

“I think you can cook,” I admit as he brings another bite to my mouth, then another.

I let him feed me, which is something that I shouldn’t be doing, but it feels good being taken care of. I can’t remember the last time someone cared for me. I clear the plate as he feeds me bite by bite and he doesn’t say a word as he does it.

When the plate is clear he picks up the tray and leaves me on the bed. He carries it over to the small table I have in here and sets it down. He turns around and leans up against it to stare at me for a long moment. Now I understand the look in his eyes. He’s not so much angry as he is hungry for something more. Part of it might still be frustration at his desire for me, but the way he’s looking at my body has me heating up.

“I’m not sure this is a great idea.” I repeat the same words from before. Every part of me is screaming this is a great idea and quite possibly the best one I’ve ever had.

He clears the space between us in two long strides. “Tell me to leave then.”

My mouth opens but no words of protest come out.

“I didn’t think so.” I narrow my eyes at his cocky tone but before I can get a smartass remark out, his mouth comes down onto mine.

Chapter Seven

Xander

“What are you doing?” she moans as my mouth moves down her neck and I push her back onto the bed.

“I don’t know, but I can’t stop.” Somehow this woman has possessed me into acting like I’m a sex-starved lunatic. She’s the magnet, I’m the metal and I have no choice but to follow her.