Page 30 of Ruthless Salvation
I hadn’t planned to confront him, but I wanted answers. I wanted him to explain himself. If I was going to call him out, best to do it in a place full of witnesses.
My eyes narrowed into angry slits. “You want to ask questions? How about this one—were you in my apartment building this morning?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
Was he not at all embarrassed to be caught in the act? Did he not see how inappropriate his behavior was?
Determined to get to the bottom of his intentions, I pushed further. “Did you break into my place?”
“No, I used the key,” he offered evenly.
“Where did you get a key?”
“I copied the one in your purse.”
My lips parted, then smacked together before any real words emerged. “My purse is always locked up when I’m here. How could you have possibly gotten my key to copy it?”
The look he shot me was mildly insulting.
My temper pricked with resentment. “Why would you do that? What did you think you’d achieve?”
Torin inched forward, his face growing unreadable. “Who was the guy who walked you home?”
Luke? Was Torin jealous?
I gritted my teeth. “A friend.”
“Malefriendsdon’t show up to walk a woman home at four o’clock in the morning unless they expect something in return.”
“Even if he did, it’s none of your business.” I pressed my finger into his chest, all sense of self-preservation smothered by righteous indignation.
Predatorial. That was the best word to describe the way he leaned in and towered over me. “The second I came inside this…” His hand firmly but gently cupped my sex. “It became my business.”
The feel of his possessive touch heated me in places it shouldn’t have. The blood in my veins coursed like raging rivers. Thoughts spun out of control.
What about before? You were stalking me before I ever let you touch me.
The words were on the tip of my tongue, trapped like flies on sticky paper. Why didn’t I tell him that I knew what he’d been doing? Why didn’t I push for more answers?
Maybe you’re scared he’ll stop.
That was absurd. Totally and utterly ridiculous. Of course, I wanted him to stop.
Then say it. Tell him you know the truth.
Silence.
The internal argument had only lasted a second, and what followed was the most telling length of silence I’d ever experienced.
I knew it. So did Torin.
He brought his hand up and cupped the back of my neck, bringing our foreheads together. And hells bells, I could smell myself on him. Through my panties and leggings, my arousal had clung to his hand. Our faces were too close. If I could smell it, then he could, too.
My eyes clenched shut with frustration.
“I’m going to ask again, Stormy. What’s with the attitude?” This time, his words were a coaxing caress I could feel winding its way around my hardened heart.
“I need to set some boundaries,” I whispered, eyes still shut.