Something inside of me is coming to life. I push my tongue into his mouth, mimicking his movements, wondering if I’m making him feel what he’s making me feel. This is nothing like the kiss I had before. I let my eyes close as he devours my mouth. He takes the opening and pushes his tongue into my mouth. When I feel his hands go to my ass, I gasp. I dig my fingers into his shirt as he continues to go at my mouth. For a moment I’m still not sure what just happened. His mouth hits mine, cutting off my words. So much for cutting through the bullshit. “You can’t say shit like that to me.” He runs a hand through his hair like I’ve made him uncomfortable. You’re ginormous and look like a male sex god.” What can it hurt? You won’t even notice I’m around.” I know it will make you both feel better knowing you’re safe. I feel a finger lift my chin and find myself looking at him. My mind seems to be going down an endless tunnel of whos and whys. I drop my bag to the floor and take a deep breath. And we’ll keep both of you safe in the meantime.” Just let us do our job and we’ll find the asshole. I one hundred percent think someone wants you, and they’ll use anything to get to you.”

For one, I don’t like the idea of my sister being in danger and two, my mind keeps going back to him sticking to me like Frodo to the ring. “So you agree it’s she who needs protecting?” I hate that I was right. I’m sure.” My words trail off when he stops prowling back and forth and his eyes lock on me. Normally, I don’t care what people think about the things that come out of my mouth. I’ve clearly made him uncomfortable, and for someone reason that makes me uncomfortable. He starts to pace back and forth, reminding me of a caged lion at the zoo wanting out. “Shit,” he grunts before stepping back and releasing me.

I push myself further into him, wanting to feel it more. “You’re hard.” The words pop right out of my mouth like they always do. He gives a little tug on my wrist, and I fall into him, gasping when I feel his erection press into me. I could easily pull away with one good tug. So unlike the soft hold he has on my wrist. “Then why aren’t you worried?” His words are hard and laced with anger. “Oh, I’m sure you could Hulk smash me.” Now that I’m not touching him, I bring my other hand up to his chest and continue doing what I was doing before, but he just grabs that wrist, too. Oh, I know he could hurt me, but someone like him would never stalk me. “You think I couldn’t hurt you?” He grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his chest. Why so many people always felt the need to do it. I only did it that one time before because I wanted to see what it would be like to kiss.

It was slimy and awkward and I hadn’t had the desire to try it again. Once I let some CEO of a company I was working with kiss me.

Guarding his obsession by alexa riley