Page 67 of Bodyguard By Night

“Chaos, look at me.”

I closed my eyes, gripping his hand.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and could see nothing other than his stormy gray gaze locked on my face. “I’m good at this. I protect what’s mine.” His brow furrowed. “You’re part of Clay’s and Rachel’s family. That makes you mine.”

“Right.” I shuttered the foolish part of my heart that perked up when he said that, and then I pushed his hand away and slipped out the door.

Obviously, this heightened danger thing was making me an idiot.

He swung open his door and came around to me. “Chaos.” He grabbed my hand.

“Can we not do this? I get that I’m a responsibility. You don’t need to literally shove it down my throat. You know, where your tongue was an hour ago—quite happily, I might add.”

He blew out a breath and stared at his feet. “Look—”

“I knew right after you kissed me you were gonna become the ‘I gotta be stoic’ dude.” I dropped my voice to mimic his gruff one. “And shocker, it happened.”

“That’s not what this is. I can’t protect you if I’m—”

“What?” I crowded into him until he looked at me. “You’re what? Human. Attracted to someone? We’ve already established you don’t have to like me to want to fuck me, Ransom.”

He curled his arm around my back and slammed me into his body. His firm chest, his insanely tight belly, and his rapidly stiffening cock made my breath stall. “If it was just about scratching an itch, we would have gotten that out of our system a long fucking time ago.”

I pushed at his chest because I wanted to do the exact opposite. Wrapping myself around him like a freaking octopus wasnotan option.

His gray eyes were far more blue than usual right now. The kind of dangerous glacier blue that meant I should be running into my old apartment ASAP.

Suddenly, his gaze wasn’t on me anymore. It shifted to the street and then toward my apartment. His hold gentled, but he kept me close. Almost as if he couldn’t let me go.

More fanciful thinking there, Wil.

“What?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the park.

“Ransom.” I gripped his shirt. “Hello?”

Finally, he looked down at me and bent to cover my mouth with his. Shock and annoyance slid away under the onslaught of his ridiculously talented mouth. My hand slid up to his shoulder, then to his short, thick hair.

The rasp of his bristly beard buzzed against my chin and lips, leaving tingles everywhere. He slanted his head to open me up for a deeper exploration. One I was there for in every way, damn him. Our tongues tangling and chasing as my other arm came up to circle his neck. I could taste the misty rain on his lips, the bite of mint, and the heat.

Dear God, the heat.

Finally, he pulled back, nipping my lower lip before he looked around again.

I frowned.

My mouth felt raw, and my blood had been replaced with CO2 bubbles. Everything was jangling inside of me. We weren’t going to discuss the rest of my body, which was very ready to take these kisses to a different zip code that included a mattress.

Yet Ransom was scanning the road as if he hadn’t just rocked my damn world.

Again.

“What are you looking for?”

“Nothing.”