Now I’m stuck in this moment and I can’t think of anything to say.
Except for, “Yes, Miller. I understand.”
His hand twitches, and for a crazed second, I think he’s going to reach up and touch me. But then he spins on his heels and stalks down the hallway, showing me the broadness of his back, the tautness of his muscles that make me want to grab hold of him and squeeze on until I feel my nails pierce his skin.
I let out a ragged breath and then follow him, reminding myself this is all in my head.
He’s here to help me, nothing else.
Chapter Eight
Miller
I walk down the hallway, wondering if she noticed how hard I am.
When I saw her pacing across the apartment, my eyes were drawn like a damn magnet to the way her breasts bounced for me, a personal show that had my seed writhing around my balls, making them feel like they could explode at any second.
My helm pulses against my pants, urgently, hungrily, making clear thought impossible.
I wait for her at the elevator door, my hands folded in front of me as if that will hide how badly I need her if she decides to look down.
She walks up beside me, letting out another one of those intoxicating giggles.
She would not laugh like that if she knew how close it brought me to turning into a feral beast, bare seconds away from shoving her roughly up against the wall.
“You horny fucking thing,” I’d snarl in her ear, furiously driving my hand up between her legs, rubbing her sex possessively through her pants. “Come for me right here. Fucking squirt into your panties so I can lick your thick cream off your horny fucking hole.”
“Miller,” she murmurs.
I push through the fantasy to realize the elevator door is open.
“Yeah.”
I walk inside, joining her, and she presses the button for the ground floor. It’s just us in here and her scent overwhelms me, moving through me like her womb is screaming out for my seed, like her body is crying, begging to be touched.
I clamp my hands in front of me with even more firmness, holding them in place so they don’t get their own ideas.
“Thanks for coming,” she mutters. “You didn’t have to.”
“I did,” I growl. “Knowing you’re scared and alone doesn’t sit right with me. You need somebody to protect you, especially if there’s some fucking lunatic out there trying to hurt you.”
She bites her lip, glancing up at me. She really needs to stop doing that. It’s the way her innocent eyes go wide, all her inexperience brimming out of her, her young fresh face blooming red like her lust is trying to burst from her skin.
“Thank you,” she says quietly.
The elevator door opens and we walk through the lobby, out the door, and across the street where I parked my sedan. I brought a simple car for this visit, not wanting to leave one of my more expensive models sitting in the street.
The windows are tinted, and the parking spot is dark, away from the street lamps, and the street is dead-quiet.
Which all combines to mean we’re going to have complete privacy in the car, the sort of privacy required to bring a minx like Macie to a shivering orgasm.
I unlock the car and then open her door for her, waving her inside.
She tilts her head at me with another of those intoxicating giggles, like she really has no clue the power she has over me, like she doesn’t know how carnally hungry she makes me.
“So polite,” she murmurs, with a hint of shyness in her voice like she’s not sure if she should be making a joke.
“I try to be.”
I smirk, hoping I put her at ease, but the shivering feral note in my voice might counteract that somewhat.
I walk around to my side and drop into the driver’s seat, drumming my fingers on the dashboard. I have to give my hands something to do, some way of distracting from the fact she’s right there.
“Tell me what’s happening, Macie. Who is this piece of shit?”
“His name is Derrick,” she says quietly, looking out at the street as though she can’t bring herself to look at me directly. “He’s… I don’t even know how to describe him.”
“Where did you meet?”
“High school,” she says. “He was the new kid and I was the weird kid, I guess. I spent a lot of time alone, reading. I guess I’ve always found it difficult to make friends. I have a really good friend, Lexi. We’ve known each other since we were kids. But apart from her…”
She shrugs.
I stare at her closely, drinking in the emotion that spills from her eyes, as though all the heartache she felt at those lonely years is coming out now.
“Anyway, Derrick started hanging out in the library with me. I thought he was okay. He was a little strange. He’d sometimes say odd things, about how he liked to follow people home, but I always assumed he was joking.”