Craving More (Nighthawk Security 2) - Page 8

Her white tank top shows off the globes of her breast, full, perky, and what I’m assuming unencumbered by a bra with the way her nipples are pointing through it. The loose shorts leave her legs bare, but the socks she’s wearing that go up and over her knees… God damn, if I weren’t sitting down, I’d probably fall to my knees.

I clear my throat before saying, “Yeah, but I’m going to make a change of plans first.” Kellie’s face contorts for a moment until she realizes I’m staring at her body. That’s when she decides to close this wrap thing around her body, obscuring her from my eyes.

“You do that. I’ll order dinner. Anything particular you want? I think the only place that will deliver is Crave, or we can go pick something else up?” she fires off.

“Sunshine, come here,” I demand. She shuffles her feet until she’s standing in front of me. I widen my legs, and Kellie moves closer. The tips of my fingers graze the back of her thighs, my eyes are on hers, and I tell her what I need to.

“I promise I won’t take anything you aren’t willing to give. You don’t have to hide your body from me, Kel. Okay?” My hands grab her firm thighs, pulling her until she’s straddling my lap. I don’t press for her to get close to my cock. If I did that, Kellie would be liable to run into her room and lock the door.

“I know, Bridger, I swear I do. I also know you’re a lot of man. If there’s anyone I’d want to count on with not only my body but my trust, it’s you. I will say this though: everything about this, it’s new to me.” Her head dips down as if it took everything to admit that.

“What do you mean, it’s new to you?” I respond.

“This, what we’re doing, it’s all brand new, like I’ve never done this before. Sure, I don’t mind being playful, but only around you, and earlier? That was definitely a piece of me you brought out in me.” She points to her chest, then back to mine.

That’s when it hits me. This is Kellie’s way of telling me she’s a virgin. My hand moves to her cheek, cupping it while bringing her eyes to meet mine. “There’s nothing to be shy about. I knew the moment you walked into Nighthawk that we were going to be together eventually. You have to know we all knew your background back then, and I didn’t shy away, Kellie. We’ll take this how you want to. You’re in the driver’s seat, but I am going to tell you this now, no matter what crazy thoughts you have going on in your head, or if you feel like running, I’ll always be there. I’ll lift you up when life is kicking you in the ass. I’ll be your rock when you feel like the world is ripping you apart, okay?”

Kellie does what I knew would happen—well, some of it at least. She face plants in my chest, her body is shaking, and tears are already working their way to soaking through my shirt. I do the only thing I can in this situation: I wrap her up in my arms and let her work through the emotions of the day.

The only other thing I do is fumble for my phone, still keeping one hand wrapped securely around Kellie while I text Leo that there’s been a change of plans and to stop by my place for me instead. There’s no way I can leave her when she’s like this, not to mention I don’t want Leo getting even a glimpse of her body. There’s no fucking way I’ll ever allow that.

Seven

Kellie

Bridger’s strong arms hold me while I fall apart. Embarrassment should be at the forefront of my mind, but it’s not. The only thing I can think about is not only is he holding me while I’m crumbling, he’s holding me while I build myself back up too. I knew Bridger would break down all my walls—there wasn’t any way around it. That’s why I knew not to give in to his heated looks or jokes that always held some sort of innuendo.

I feel one of his arms pull away, causing me to burrow in deeper to his body. I don’t want to leave the comfort of his lap, his scent surrounding me. It’s the perfect blend of the sun shining down on a fall day and cinnamon. The smell is uniquely Bridger. When his arm comes back around me, rubbing my back, I practically purr my response.

“You okay?” His voice has an edge to it that wasn’t there before.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I made a mess of your shirt.” I pull up from my spot on his chest, wiping at the underside of my eyes. Looking down at Bridger’s shirt, I see where my mascara has stained the white fabric.

Tags: Tory Baker Nighthawk Security Romance
Source: readsnovelonline.net
readsnovelonline.net Copyright 2016 - 2024