it was his room because his scent was everywhere. Steele always smelled masculine, but very clean as if he’d just stepped out of the shower. That was unlike most of the Swords members, and she had spent a great deal of time inhaling Steele and taking him deep into her lungs.
“I’m not staying with you,” she informed him, putting on her stubborn expression. She couldn’t stay there, breathing him in. Surrounded by him. God help her if he decided to stay in the room with her or get in the bed. It didn’t matter that he’d thrown her out and made her feel as if she were nothing, he was still Steele, the love of her life, the man she dreamt of. Fixated on. Obsessed over. She didn’t want him, or anything to do with him, but her body didn’t seem to know that.
“I’m through arguing with you. You’re staying here and I’m examining you, so get on the bed before I just tie you to it.” When she didn’t move he stepped inside, slammed the door and pointed to the bed. “You know I’ll fucking do it, so stop stalling. I’ve had just about enough for one night. Learning I’ve had a son and the woman who is my old lady didn’t even bother to tell me was enough of a shock for one day.”
“I’m not your old lady. You were very clear on that, Steele. Don’t you dare turn this around and act innocent. I wasn’t about to go near the club once I left and you were riding with it, remember? As I recall, you had me banned from the Swords. You pretended your loyalties were with the Swords, just like you pretended your loyalties were with me.”
“There’s an explanation.”
“Of course there is, but you know what? I don’t want to hear it. I just want my son back. Just get him back. That’s all that matters. That’s all that should matter to you.”
“We’re going around and around about things we aren’t going to settle right now. Get on the bed, let me take a look at you and then you can take a shower, or a bath and sleep. The club has a few things to take off the table, so we can turn our full attention to getting Zane back. You can sleep in here while I’m doing that.”
Breezy hesitated. She hadn’t been able to take a bath since she’d left the club. Her tiny apartment had a little shower stall, just big enough for her to get into. She doubted most men could have showered without turning sideways and stooping. Certainly, Steele couldn’t. She knew the exact width of his shoulders and there was no way he could get into that little stall.
She wasn’t going to argue anymore with him. What was the point? She was going to lose and every minute she spent arguing was more time in his company. She sank onto the mattress, and of course it was far nicer than any she’d ever slept on in her life. Tearing off her boots, she resisted throwing them at him.
“Do you have things at your place you need me to get for you?”
God. His voice. He could turn her inside out with that voice. “A few things matter to me, but not at the risk of your life. I’d prefer you get Zane for me.”
“Make a list and write down the address of your apartment.”
She nodded and started to lie down.
“I’ll need your jeans off, Bree. I have to look at your thigh and I have to examine your ribs, so lose the tank as well.”
She lowered her lashes, her sex clenching hard. She didn’t have the same figure she’d had when she’d left. Her breasts were larger, and her hips fuller. She hadn’t had a lot to eat during her pregnancy, so she hadn’t gained a lot of weight, but she still had a couple of small stretch marks. She told herself she didn’t care. She wasn’t trying to impress him.
Refusing to look at him, she peeled off her jeans and tank and then draped them over a chair. It wasn’t like she was wearing really pretty panties and bra. They didn’t even match. She bought the cheapest cotton bikinis she could find and the cheapest bras that were functional. Stretching out on the bed, she looked anywhere but at him.
The room was larger than she expected and far nicer than the flop rooms for the Swords members to sleep in.