Page 16 of Her BRATVA Protector
“Where’ve ye been sleepin’, love?”
His voice issofterthan I have heard it. It’s not the polite voice he used on Jasmine. It’s different, quieter. The voice of a man who is asking the question he actually wants an answer to.
“Down the hall, in one of the guest rooms.”
“Mm.”
That hum. The one I now know he makes when he is filing something away.
I finally turn around.
He’s standing in the doorway with one hand braced on the frame, the bag at his feet, looking at me. Looking at the room. Then back at me. Putting it all together with that quiet, calculating face he had this afternoon when I told him there was nobody in the house.
“You prepared this room for me,” he says.
“I prepared it for whoever your family sent.”
“Mm.”
“It wasn’t…it wasn’tforyou. Specifically. I just…I knew somebody might come, eventually, and…”
“Lisa.”
The sound of my name in his mouth stops me dead. He hasn’t said it like this before. Not once. He’s saidMrs. Vennandlassandloveand Lisa, but thisLisais something else. ThisLisais intimate.
“Adam.”
“You prepared this room for me.”
I open my mouth to argue.
I close it.
“…I prepared this room for you.”
He steps into the room, pushes the door shut behind him with the side of his boot, slow, deliberate; the click of the latch the loudest sound I have ever heard in my life. The bag stays in the hall. He doesn’t bring it in, doesn’t fucking care.
He is in front of me in two steps. On mein three.
His hand comes up to my jaw. Warm. The pad of his thumb resting on my chin. He tilts my face up.
“You wanna leave?” His voice isgravel. Low and rough and right at my mouth.
I should leave. I open my mouth to tell him.
What comes out is… “Adam.”
“That’s not what I asked.” His thumb drags across my lower lip. Slow. Torturous. “I asked if you wantto leave.”
I whisper, “I can’t.”
“Aye.” Something dark and pleased moves across his face. “Good.”
His mouth comes down on mine, and the entire world freaking ends.
He kisses me like he’s been thinking about it for years instead of hours. There is no warm-up, no soft beginning. His mouth opens mine on the first contact, and his tongue is in my mouth before I have finished gasping. His hand fists my hair at the base of my neck, tilts my head where he wants it, andtakes. An arm slides around my waist, huge palm cupping my ass, and hauls me into him so my hips hit his, and there is not a single doubt about what he is feeling for me. I feel him pressed against my belly through our clothes, hot and hard andhuge, and I make a noise into his mouth that I have never made before in my life.
He makes one back. Lower. Rougher. Almost a growl.
