Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,28
hands to be on you.”
Shock rolled through her.
“Because if you ever ask for my hands, for my mouth, for anything from me—you’ll get it. When you want me, I’m yours.”
She didn’t move.
“I’m tired of having the woman I want most in the world so close and not doing a damn thing about that desire.”
No, no, he was not saying—
“I told you how I feel,” he growled. “Now you get to decide what happens next.”
What would happen next? Slowly, she turned to face him once more. His eyes seemed to burn with green fire. His jaw was locked tight. His face appeared almost savage with his emotions. He looked wild and rough, and so very different from the man she usually saw. The guy who flashed his dimples and got everything he wanted.
Only he’s telling me that I’m what he wants. “You’ve never said anything before.”
“No, I pretty much just watched and wanted in silence.” A pause. “And I wanted to kick the asses of the jerks you dated. Hell, when I thought you were going to marry that ER doctor, I nearly lost my shit.”
“I wasn’t going to marry him. We were just dating. He wanted to move faster. Wanted more than I was ready to give. Didn’t feel right.” Because…
Because even back then, she’d been fantasizing about Sebastian. Even when she’d known he was wrong for her.
Wrong in so many ways.
And maybe that was why she was so drawn to him. Alyssa nodded. “It’s because you can’t have what you want.”
A faint line appeared between his brows. “I don’t understand.”
It was a basic psychology thing. People wanted what they couldn’t have. Forbid someone from having something? You instantly make the person crave that object more. “You only want me because my brother told you to stay away. It’s the whole appeal of forbidden fruit thing. If I was one of the long line of women who surround you so eagerly, you wouldn’t care about me. I’m different because you think I’m a challenge. Once the challenge is over, you’ll walk away.”
His eyes gleamed. “Wanna bet?”
“Is everything a joke to you?” she whispered.
“No. Not everything. You’re not. You’re also not fucking forbidden fruit. You’re the woman I’ve dreamed about for years, and getting you into bed isn’t a challenge. It’s more like the freaking end game. Because you’re—”
An alarm sounded. The ear-piercing shrieks had her flinching as her gaze flew frantically around the room. “Sebastian? What’s happening?”
“Rear of the property. Sensor just caught motion.”
Her head jerked back toward him. He’d pulled out his phone and was staring at the screen.
“Some fucking asshole is out there.” He tapped a button on his phone and barked, “Close in, now! Get the sonofabitch!” Then he lunged toward the back of the house.
She rushed after him and grabbed his arm. “Stop!”
He frowned back at her.
“You can’t run out there! Let your guards handle it! You’re not—um, you’re not—”
“This is the kind of shit I handle.” His voice was grim. “He comes here, thinking he’ll get you? The bastard will be dealing with me.”
Because Sebastian wasn’t some spoiled playboy like she’d thought.
He’s a freaking spy.
Chapter Seven
“I didn’t know I was trespassing!” The guy lifted his hands. “I was…hiking. Taking nature pictures.” He glanced at the burly guard and then at Sebastian. The fellow’s eyelids flickered. “I must have gotten lost.”
“Do I look like a dumbass?” Sebastian asked him conversationally.
“Uh…”
“The correct answer is…‘No, you don’t look like a dumbass.’” His eyes narrowed on the trespasser. “I know you.”
“No, I don’t think we’ve met—”
“I don’t forget faces. Ever. I know your face.” He mentally ran through the list in his head and… “Fuck, you’re a reporter. Gavin Hall. You joined up with the Asheville Sun a few months back.”
The sunlight glinted off Gavin’s blond hair and the bright light easily let Sebastian see the uneasiness on the other man’s face. “I’m a reporter, yes,” Gavin responded cautiously. “But I was out here doing a nature piece and—”
“Bullshit.” He didn’t have time for this crap. “You want me to get your ass fired? Because I can do that with one phone call.”
Gavin’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Let’s cut the crap. Why are you on my property?”
“Because you’re the story.” A miserable shrug from Gavin. “I was at the theater last night…uh, doing a report on the new show. I happened to be outside when all the action went down, and I saw those shots nearly hit your lady.”
My lady?
“You got her in the limo and out of there fast as