I Look Good On You

My hands are shaking. Literally shaking. What the hell is wrong with me?

I tear through the kitchen and rip open the sliding doors. She has headphones on so she doesn’t see me as I rush around the pool, breathless as I hurry to her side.

She’s bobbing her head to the music and I can see through her sunglasses that her eyes are closed. My reflection is staring back at me, looking staggered and disheveled as my heart does flips in my chest.

God, I want to touch her so badly.

I have to fight the intense urge to sit down on her chair and run my palm up her soft smooth thighs until I get to her sweet mound that’s only covered by a thin strip of damp material. My mouth waters as I soak in the stunning view.

A growl rumbles out of my throat when I watch a bead of sweat slide down her chest between those sweet tits.

She must have heard it because she opens her eyes and gasps as she jerks up to a seated position.

We stare at each other for a long heated moment and neither of us moves until I slowly reach out and slide her sunglasses onto the top of her head.

Her blue eyes hit me right in the core, gripping me, squeezing me, killing me. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want her. I need her.

She’s mine. I don’t care what I have to do from this moment on to get her, but I’ve already made up my mind. This girl is all mine.

I’m the kind of guy who will fight with every breath to get what he wants and the only thing I want is her.

She’s looking up at me with guilty eyes. I want to tell her there’s nothing she can do to upset me, but Todd comes racing out of the house like an angry bull.

“What are you doing here?” he shouts. “You’re not allowed here!”

Rage rips through me. My pulse races and my hands squeeze into tight fists. Nobody talks to my girl like that. Nobody.

She starts to quickly gather her things, but I put a hand up, stopping her. “Wait a second.”

I turn around with a snarl and charge right up to Todd. His eyes are on my girl until I grab him by the neck and slam him into the side of the house.

I glare at him as his skin turns red and his eyes widen in panic. “She can stay wherever she wants, you got that?”

His head bounces up and down. “Yes, Mr. Keller!”

“Good. Now go wait inside.” I throw him toward the door and he quickly rushes in.

Maybe I was a little rough with him, but anyone who dares to talk to my girl like that is going to find out how protective I am.

And so is my girl.

She’s going to find out what a possessive bastard I can be.

Right now…

Chapter Two

Isabella

I’m staring at the man in shock as he tosses the real estate agent back into the house and turns to me with his dark eyes shining with… something.

I’ve never seen that look before. No one has ever looked at me like that. With such… possession. It’s so territorial. Like he owns me.

I’m a proud independent woman who knows every word to each song on my Girl Power playlist but for some reason, I like it. That look is hitting something primal in me. A deep dark place I didn’t know existed.

My breaths are coming out short and quick as he runs his hand through his brown hair. He’s beautiful. Tall with a muscular frame and nice big arms, but it’s his face that really gets me. It’s the kind of face you can stare at for hours. The kind you’d never get tired of gazing at whether it’s lying in bed, or across a candlelight dinner, or staring at you from across the pool, brimming with intensity.

He looks like he came from the office dressed in gray pants and a white dress shirt that’s rolled up his thick forearms. A thin gray tie hangs loose around his neck.

Stop staring at him, I tell myself, but I can’t seem to pry my eyes off him. I can’t look away.

“I’m sorry,” I say as I grab my school books and toss them into my bag. “I know I’m not supposed to be here.”

That asshole real estate agent already caught me lounging by the pool last week and he told me to never come back, after he hit on me and I rejected him.

The house has been empty for two months and it’s the perfect place to study. I live next door with my aunt and uncle while I’m going to college, but I don’t think they really want me there. They agreed as a favor to my mom, but they don’t like it when I hang around too much, so I hang out here.