Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Sending her in there alone was foolish, but I wasn’t thinking. I was out of control, more than ready to break every fucking rule we’ve established. All I could think about was how fucking tight she’ll feel when I sink my cock into her sweet little cunt, and the thoughts were quickly overwhelming me. I needed to step away before I grabbed her and fucked her right there in the hallway.
I should have been thinking about her safety.
Kyah clutches my forearms, her nails creating little half-moons in my skin, and as I step away and reach for the door, she refuses to let go until the very last second. The door opens, and I step out into the hallway, my gaze trained on Kyah’s door, and as mine closes behind me, she quickly locks it.
Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for the worst as I curl my fingers around the door handle, pushing into the silent apartment. I close the door behind me, not risking leaving it open and offering a straight line right to Kyah.
My gaze quickly sweeps the apartment, shifting to every shadowed area, but I don’t feel anyone here.
I slowly make my way around her apartment, checking beneath the couch, behind it, and around it before checking the linen closet and her kitchen pantry. I check every single cupboard throughout the small apartment before double-checking it just to be sure.
There’s no sign of anyone in here. She must have been imagining it. Unless there was and the asshole somehow managed to slip out the window in the time it took Kyah to come pounding on my door.
Certain her home is clear, I make my way back to my apartment, guilt starting to build with each new step I take. She’s starting to trust me, starting to lean on me and open up, but I haven’t exactly been honest with her. If she knew . . . everything would change.
Kyah deserves better than that. I can feel her starting to fall for me, and I’m right there with her, more than ready to see where this is going. We fit together perfectly, and it’d be a shame to fuck it up now, so until I know she can handle it and she won’t be able to just walk away, my secrets will stay hidden with me.
Is that fucked up? Maybe. But there’s something about Kyah, and I don’t want to risk losing her just yet.
Making my way back across the hall, the door of my apartment opens before I get a chance to reach for the handle, confirming that she’s been watching out the peephole, probably freaking out the whole time.
Stepping into my apartment, she quickly closes the door behind me. “You good?” I ask.
Her gaze flicks back toward the peephole. “Did you find him?”
I shake my head. “There was no one there,” I tell her. “I checked everywhere twice. Under the bed. The closet. Even your pantry. If there was someone there, he was gone before I got there.”
Kyah lets out a shaky breath, her brows furrow. “I, umm . . . I’m sorry,” she says with a cringe. “I could have sworn I heard someone there.”
“It’s okay, Mace,” I say, pulling her into my arms. “I’d rather you came pounding on my door for a false alarm than to not say anything at all and end up in trouble. You know my door is always open to you.”
She gives me a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, and I know she’s still thinking about it, not entirely convinced that her apartment is clear. “Thanks,” she says, those bright blue eyes falling away, gazing down at my bare chest. “I should probably get to bed.”
I arch a brow. “You sure you’re good?” I ask her. “You look like you’d rather sleep with a mountain lion than risk going back in there. You can take my bed if you want.”
A sparkle hits her eye, and she looks back up at me, her lips twisting into a wicked smirk. “You and I both know that’s not a good idea,” she says, reaching for the door and pulling it open. Then as she steps over the threshold, she glances back at me. “Besides, if I don’t date my neighbors, then I certainly don’t sleep in their beds.”
I grab her, my arm locking around her waist as I pull her back into my chest. “Try telling me you don’t date your neighbors again, see what happens,” I dare her.
Kyah grins wide, but she’s smart enough to keep her mouth shut. “Good night, Parkour.”
My fingers splay across her back, more than aware of the fact that she’s completely naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around her gorgeous body, and it kills me to not tear it off and take her to my bed. “Good night, Mace,” I murmur, not wanting to let go, only she inches back, and I reluctantly drop my arm from around her waist.