Can't Slow Down - Lizzie Hart Stevens Page 0,6
her side, now facing me, and props her head on her hand. She’s suddenly wide awake, looking angry and confused.
“It means he roughed Patrick up a little more and told him he better watch his back. We know this is serious, Lex, but Derek and I can protect you. If Patrick was serious about hurting you, he would have done it without all of the threats. He was just feeling like a tough guy because he was drunk.” I reach over and gently caress her cheek. “Patrick doesn’t know this little detail, but Derek put a tail on him. Todd, one of our street racing acquaintances, does some underground private investigating on the side. Patrick won’t even be able to think about coming anywhere near you without Todd knowing about it.”
“You guys honestly think Patrick gives a shit? I don’t, Coen. I don’t think it’s enough. He clearly isn’t going to let this go.” She rolls over and starts to grab the covers to throw them off and climb out of bed, but I grab her arm.
“Lexi, stop. I know you’re pissed. But please trust me.” I reach over and lightly graze my thumb across her cheek while placing a soft kiss on her plump, beautiful lips. Resting my forehead against hers, I try to reassure her that everything will be okay. “Derek and I can handle Patrick, sweet cheeks. He won’t come near you again. Derek has someone keeping an eye on him. He’ll be sorry if he tries anything stupid again. I can promise you that.”
She lies back onto the pillow and gazes up at the ceiling as a tear rolls down her cheek. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Coen, but I’m so thankful you’re here.”
“That works both ways, Lex. You’ve turned my world upside down in a matter of two days and as fucking crazy as it is, I don’t want to lose you now that I have you.” I brush a strand of her auburn hair off her face and wrap my arm around her waist. I pull her closer and softly kiss her behind her ear. “Now get some sleep.”
3:32 A.M.—SUNDAY MORNING.
My eyes shoot open. I’m sweating. I’m not in my own bed. I start to panic until I remember I’m at Lexi’s. She’s lying beside me, her hair splayed across her pillow. The sight of her calms me almost instantly. I’m mesmerized watching her chest rise and fall in a perfect rhythm. The sheet is just barely covering her perky, gorgeous tits. My cock hardens almost instantly when I remember how good it felt being buried balls-deep in her the other night.
I roll over, deciding it’s best if I just go back to sleep right now. Tomorrow I plan to show her how she should be treated by a man.
Hours later I wake up to the tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs. The sun is bright, shining through the blinds. I hear dishes being moved around loudly in the kitchen. Lexi’s side of the bed is cold. She must have gotten up a while ago. I glance over at the clock on her dresser. It’s almost 8:30 in the morning.
I slip on my boxer briefs and head into the kitchen. I start to rub my eyes and try to adjust to the morning light but just as my feet hit the cold tile floor, I stop dead in my tracks in awe at the gorgeous sight before me. Lexi’s hair is tied up loosely into a bun, her headphones are on, and she’s dancing around her kitchen in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. She must be feeling better. She hasn’t realized I’ve walked into the room yet. She starts singing the lyrics to “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry and shaking that sexy ass of hers.
I cross my arms and lean up against the doorframe, enjoying the view, until she realizes a few moments later that I’m standing there. She instantly freezes and slowly slips off her headphones, letting them rest around her neck.
Lexi clears her throat. Her cheeks are flushed.
“How long have you been standing there?” she asks.
“Long enough to enjoy a little show.” I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. “I take it you’re feeling better?”
She sits two plates full of bacon, eggs, and French toast on the table and walks over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and smiles sweetly.
“I still have a small headache, but it’s