Obsessed - Jenika Snow Page 0,6

eyes to mine for only a second. “You see what happens?” He had his hand wrapped gently around my wrist, and after he spoke, he tightened his hold ever-so-slightly.

“It wasn’t my fault.” I bristled, instantly getting defensive, like he was blaming me for it.

He exhaled roughly and looked into my eyes. “I know it wasn’t your fault. The guys there, hell, even the girls, they’re drunk, reckless. If anything happened to you, Bryn,” he growled. “If anything really serious happened, I’d lose my shit and kill a motherfucker.”

I sucked in a breath at his words. He went back to my palm, being thorough, like he was a surgeon performing an important operation.

“I like watching.” You fight. I kept that last bit to myself.

“I can’t keep you safe while you’re there. See what happens.” He didn’t look at me, and he didn’t phrase it like a question.

“I can handle myself,” I lied. Clearly, I couldn’t. I probably would have been trampled if Oli hadn’t stepped in.

“I know you can,” he said in a softer voice. “But you shouldn’t have to.” I felt something shift in him at that but couldn’t place what exactly was changing. “You need someone to be there to take care of you.”

My heart beat a frantic tempo, and something fluttered in my belly as I stared down at his dark head bent low over my hand. My fingers twitched to touch the short strands.

God, I wanted him.

I loved him.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, Oli almost meticulous as he cleaned the cut and checked it to make sure I didn’t need to go to the hospital for stitches, but with every second that passed, I felt my body shifting to things that I needed to stay away from.

Lust.

Need.

Desire.

I felt hotter, Oli’s close proximity making my body temperature rise. My heart was beating so fast and hard I had no doubt he heard. How could he not? I felt like the sound filled the room. I glanced down at my chest, my nipples poking through the material.

My face heated at the sight, and I snapped my head up before I was caught looking at them. I clenched my thighs together to try to stem off the arousal centered right there, but all that accomplished was adding more pressure to my clit. I bit my lip to hold off the moan that would have spilled out.

Oli lifted his head then, and for as much as I tried to act like his very presence didn’t affect me, I knew I failed miserably.

After a second, he murmured, “Your dress.” His voice was deep, scratchy, and gruff. He looked back down at my outstretched hand.

I looked at said dress, finding myself picking at the hem with my free hand, suddenly feeling so stupid for wearing it. “What about it?” My voice was so soft, so thin. There was a bitch in it from trying too hard to sound “normal.”

I could see the way his jaw clenched, his silence deafening. “It barely fucking covers you, Bryn,” he growled, and when he dragged the square of gauze over the wound, I hissed out as it stung.

He snapped his head up, his eyes boring holes into mine. Without breaking eye contact, he lightly blew on the cut.

My breath caught. My heart raced. “It covers all the important bits,” I whispered. I wanted to tell him I wore it for him, but I was nervous, afraid.

“It doesn’t cover shit.” He sounded pissed, annoyed, but I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me or himself.

And the way he said my name so harshly had shivers racing over my arms and legs. “It does,” I whispered again. The dress was on the revealing side, but it did cover me enough that I didn’t look like I was out searching for some dick. I didn’t think so anyway. I’d worn it for Oli, hoping it would give me the confidence to be honest with him finally. I wanted him to see me as a woman. His woman.

“If you bent over, any fucker would see your ass and pussy.”

Oh. My. God. I felt my cheeks flame and my eyes widen at his coarse, blunt response. And I felt said pussy become wetter.

I didn’t know what to say, how to even respond to that. So I just stared at him with eyes that felt so damn wide I thought they’d bulge out of my head.

“I don’t like other guys fucking looking at you,” he finally said after