inside, his golden hair windblown and messy around his beautiful face, those golden eyes alive with energy. The way he prowled forward left me swallowing the lump in my throat. Every single thing about him screamed sex. “But you probably wouldn’t mind, would you, Rune?” he purred, and I swear I about came right there.
Telling myself to calm down was not working, as my breathing sped up the closer he got.
“It’s such a shame my wash load is finished,” I choked out, trying to come across as cool and confident…and failing miserably.
He shrugged nonchalantly while holding my stare, the intensity behind his eyes never withering. “Your loss. I was ready to strip.”
All logic evaporated from my mind, replaced with a naked image of Daxon, all that muscle and golden skin. Judging by the way he’d felt against me the other night, there would be nothing small about him. Fire crawled up between my thighs, and it took every ounce of strength in me to not clench my legs together and make it obvious that such a small comment burned me up in mere seconds. The man was ridiculously hot.
My whole face blushed deeper.
“You’re picturing me stripping, aren’t you?” He chuckled and flopped down next to me.
I met his gaze and scoffed. “Oh, please. I’m more curious about why you look like you just got done with a mud-wrestling tournament.”
He burst out laughing at my comment and shook his head at my ridiculousness. To be fair though, it had been the first thing to pop into my mind.
I never would have been comfortable teasing Alistair, I thought just then. The thought was fleeting, but memorable.
“I’m sorry to say that a strip show is off the table at the moment, but how about a snack? I saw you come in here earlier, so I brought you energy food and a coffee,” Daxon asked, bringing me back to the present.
He handed me the brown paper bag as he set the coffee down beside his chair. I caught his eyes on me, waiting for my reaction, though in truth, my thoughts were now a little stuck on the whole idea of Daxon stripping for me.
I opened the bag and immediately was hit by the most delicious scent. My stupid heart began fluttering again at the sweet gesture. “You got me a slice of the vanilla cake I was lusting after yesterday.”
I was practically drooling as I stared at it. Seriously though, so much for my health goals. I was going to turn into a walrus in this town because of all the food constantly tempting me.
“I was hoping we could share, but I’m not opposed to watching you eat it yourself as well. You look like you’re about to make love to that cake,” Daxon joked.
The bag trembled in my hands at his thoughtfulness. “This was really nice of you,” I said softly as I tried to blink away the tears that sprung up. They came fast, reminding me I was far from healed from my past.
“It’s not a big deal, Rune.”
I nodded, ushering the tears at bay, still staring into the bag at the frosting covered treat.
“Hey.” Daxon reached over, slipping a bent finger under my chin and lifting my head to face him. Just my luck that a loose tear escaped and rolled down my cheek in that precise moment. “If I knew cake would make you cry, I would have brought you a carrot or maybe some peanuts.” He smirked lopsided, coaxing a small laugh out of me.
“It’s not the cake.” I blinked a few times while he stared into my eyes, his expression so sincere, I struggled to believe it wasn’t genuine. When would it stop, this inability to trust anyone? I tried hard to stop doubts from creeping into my mind. But I didn’t always win that battle. “Why are you being so kind to me?” I asked.
“Because you deserve so much more. If I ever meet whoever made you think otherwise, I’ll pull out his spine to teach him a lesson.” His gravelly undertone should have scared me, but it did the opposite. It drew me closer to him. Aside from Nelly, no one ever stood up for me, and to have Daxon do that touched me in a way I never expected.
I sniffled, and he wiped the tear away with his thumb.
“I have no plans to ever cross paths with him again. Now, I just need to find a way to get him out of my head,”