shake off the way his mesmerizing eyes penetrate me with his disappointment. “How did you—”
“There are sensors on all the doors and windows of my home. The moment you opened the front door, I watched you steal my truck on my surveillance app on my phone,” he tells me, and I instantly feel a pang of guilt. “When you disappeared from my cameras’ view as you pulled out of my driveway, I tracked you with the GPS I have in all of my vehicles. I was already on my way home, and pulled into your garage not even a full minute after you parked.”
I roll my eyes. “Hell, I’m surprised you don’t have a Go-Pro attached to your dog,” I gripe, swatting my hair out of my face, beginning to squirm under his laser-like stare.
“Micro-camera. In his collar,” he states.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” My eyes widen.
“Scout is a highly trained retired military working dog. And he can obviously follow orders to stay the hell put a fuck of a lot better than someone else I know.” His nostrils flare.
Rage fills me at that. “One, I’m not a dog.” I clamber to my feet, straightening my tank with haughty movements. His eyes drop to my breasts and then meet my eyes again so quickly I question whether it actually happened. Either way, his intense expression never wanes. “And two, you have no right to order me to do anything. I’m a grown-ass wo—”
His mouth slams down on mine so ferociously my body bows, and if it weren’t for his massive arm circling me, I would have fallen backward. He’s so fucking tall my face aims toward the ceiling as he devours my lips, and finally, as my mind catches up to put all of these different puzzle pieces together to realize he’s kissing me, I whimper and go dead weight when his tongue plunges into my mouth. He holds me to him effortlessly, his whole body wrapping around me like a cocoon. And while I feel so tiny, so helpless in the arms of such a giant man, even as he takes his anger at my insubordination out on my lips, I feel nothing but safe. Well… that and completely turned on in a way I never thought possible.
My hips rock against my hand, the image of that kiss on a loop inside my mind as it flows into and remixes with a much more recent memory. Last night, plastered to Neil like a second skin, feeling his cock so close that if I were to just gyrate against him, I could’ve come using the ridge it made beneath his thin cotton pants.
I’m so close. So fucking close. My eyelids hurt I’m squeezing them shut so tightly, trying to keep my focus on the man inside my head, his beautiful face with his perfect features, those neon-blue eyes, that sexy beard, those full lips I know—I know for a fact—were fucking made for kissing. My heels press into the mattress, lifting my ass off the bed to get closer to the vibration, my heart hammer so hard it’s surely leaving cracks in my bones.
And then I scream.
Not because I come so hard it rips from my lungs.
But because suddenly Neil is no longer inside my head.
He’s bursting through my bedroom door.
Chapter 6
Doc
I watch her scamper away, not even pausing to give Scout her usual hello of a full-body hug and kisses between his eyes. Just a pat to his head as she runs past him and up the stairs before slamming her bedroom door behind her. I grin to myself, closing the door behind me, listening for her door to reopen within moments, because surely she hurried away to go take a shower.
My woman had been so wet, so thoroughly turned on from dancing for me. Sure, she was doing the moves that were instructed, but no one else did the basic barre moves like it was a fucking performance. She was doing it for me, because she liked the growl that came out of me when she was beneath me getting the water.
She might’ve thought it was because her lush tits were in perfect view from my standpoint, but it had nothing to do with that. Astrid Quill, on her bare knees, kneeling at my fucking feet—my goddess, the woman I worship, looking up at me like I was her king—that was the reason. And then she taunted me, squeezing her breasts together, pushing them up until they nearly