mumbled under his breath as he pushed away from the door. “Then you might want to make sure you’re as far away from the door as you can get.”
“Don’t!” she yelled right before he kicked it in.
She had stuffed a hair brush into the doorjamb, locking it. He had to stop and look at the thing on the floor. “Impressive.”
Shyla stood at the far end of the bathroom, breathing hard, looking scared to death. He supposed she had good reason to be a bit scared. He was standing naked in front of her and had just kicked in a door to get to her.
It didn’t take too many steps to reach her. When he got close, her hands went up in a defensive manner, tears slipped free and she tensed up. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Her words had him stopping mere inches from touching her. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Slowly and with more tenderness than he’d ever displayed in his life, he reached out, touching her cheek with the back of his hand. “I could never hurt you.”
Her shivering, the tears and the manner in which she seemed to cower away screamed at him of abuse.
“Who hurt you?” he whispered the question.
She shook her head and lowered it as well as her eyes. Instead of hugging herself, which he saw some abuse victims do, she fisted her hands into the robe. Blaine lowered his hand, grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, setting her down on the sink counter, coming between her legs. Once more she had the shocked look in her eyes when 39
she looked up at him.
“I’ll never hurt you, Shyla. Ever! Period. I came in here to find and protect you, not to hurt or abuse you.” He ran both hands over her face, into her hair, holding her face up so she saw how serious he really was.
“God you are so beautiful,” he breathed out softly.
Powerless. That’s how he felt when he had her in his arms. Blaine couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head, taking her lips, kissing her.
She caused an instinct to come alive inside him—to protect, to claim, to simply hold her.
Deeper the kiss went, and with it his arms wrapped around her body, holding her closer. Down her back, around her hips, up bare legs to the inside of her robe. He felt the cotton material of the panties once more on her body and he growled into the kiss. Shyla tensed up and he pulled back just enough to meet her in the eye.
“You put them back on,” he stated.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Blaine looked down, grabbed hold of the knot and tugged at it. She grabbed his hands, trying to stop him from undoing the tie. It didn’t work. He had it released and the robe opened with her hands going up to cover her breasts.
He touched her belly, down to her legs and back up. Prying her hands away, Blaine held her arms down on the counter, looking his fill at her body. Cheeks flared red and eyes lowered at his bold stare.
“Do you have any idea the kind of pleasure I get from simply looking at your body,” he said.
She pulled her arms away, and he let her. Blaine watched her lower her head once more and close the robe. A shell had been placed tightly around her and right then he decided and made a silent vow to break through it.
“Come on then,” he sighed, picking her up, holding her tight, not letting her down to walk. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ve got one hell of a busy day ahead of us come morning.”
40
Chapter Five
Shyla woke slowly to sun shining in her face, warm covers tucked around her body and the sweet smell of food. It felt strange, the drowsiness she felt and the lazy manner in which she opened her eyes and rolled over to her back. Staring up at the ceiling, she recalled the things that happened to her last night.
Married! Boy, she didn’t see that one coming yesterday morning when she was ordered into line for the special bath and dressing for the party.
“You’re awake.”
Shyla stiffened at the deep, dark voice. She closed her eyes, working to get a grip on herself before facing the one man who
“Don’t!” she yelled right before he kicked it in.
She had stuffed a hair brush into the doorjamb, locking it. He had to stop and look at the thing on the floor. “Impressive.”
Shyla stood at the far end of the bathroom, breathing hard, looking scared to death. He supposed she had good reason to be a bit scared. He was standing naked in front of her and had just kicked in a door to get to her.
It didn’t take too many steps to reach her. When he got close, her hands went up in a defensive manner, tears slipped free and she tensed up. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Her words had him stopping mere inches from touching her. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Slowly and with more tenderness than he’d ever displayed in his life, he reached out, touching her cheek with the back of his hand. “I could never hurt you.”
Her shivering, the tears and the manner in which she seemed to cower away screamed at him of abuse.
“Who hurt you?” he whispered the question.
She shook her head and lowered it as well as her eyes. Instead of hugging herself, which he saw some abuse victims do, she fisted her hands into the robe. Blaine lowered his hand, grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, setting her down on the sink counter, coming between her legs. Once more she had the shocked look in her eyes when 39
she looked up at him.
“I’ll never hurt you, Shyla. Ever! Period. I came in here to find and protect you, not to hurt or abuse you.” He ran both hands over her face, into her hair, holding her face up so she saw how serious he really was.
“God you are so beautiful,” he breathed out softly.
Powerless. That’s how he felt when he had her in his arms. Blaine couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head, taking her lips, kissing her.
She caused an instinct to come alive inside him—to protect, to claim, to simply hold her.
Deeper the kiss went, and with it his arms wrapped around her body, holding her closer. Down her back, around her hips, up bare legs to the inside of her robe. He felt the cotton material of the panties once more on her body and he growled into the kiss. Shyla tensed up and he pulled back just enough to meet her in the eye.
“You put them back on,” he stated.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Blaine looked down, grabbed hold of the knot and tugged at it. She grabbed his hands, trying to stop him from undoing the tie. It didn’t work. He had it released and the robe opened with her hands going up to cover her breasts.
He touched her belly, down to her legs and back up. Prying her hands away, Blaine held her arms down on the counter, looking his fill at her body. Cheeks flared red and eyes lowered at his bold stare.
“Do you have any idea the kind of pleasure I get from simply looking at your body,” he said.
She pulled her arms away, and he let her. Blaine watched her lower her head once more and close the robe. A shell had been placed tightly around her and right then he decided and made a silent vow to break through it.
“Come on then,” he sighed, picking her up, holding her tight, not letting her down to walk. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ve got one hell of a busy day ahead of us come morning.”
40
Chapter Five
Shyla woke slowly to sun shining in her face, warm covers tucked around her body and the sweet smell of food. It felt strange, the drowsiness she felt and the lazy manner in which she opened her eyes and rolled over to her back. Staring up at the ceiling, she recalled the things that happened to her last night.
Married! Boy, she didn’t see that one coming yesterday morning when she was ordered into line for the special bath and dressing for the party.
“You’re awake.”
Shyla stiffened at the deep, dark voice. She closed her eyes, working to get a grip on herself before facing the one man who
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