Adrian did, however, find the strength to tear his lips from hers long enough to look her in the eye. He needed to be very clear when he told her this next part. Needed to makesureshe understood what she was signing up for.
“You were right.” He pulled in a ragged breath.
“About what?”
“You shouldn’t want me.”
Jenna started to shake her head. The argument was already there, brewing behind her determined gaze.
Make it clear, shithead. Tell her the truth and let her decide.
“I’ve done things.” He clenched his jaw. “Terrifying things that would send you running in the opposite direction.”
Her auburn brows fell inward. “Why are you telling me this now?”
“Because I’m not a good man, Jenna.” He swallowed hard. “Not the kind of man you deserve.”
The lines on her forehead smoothed as a look of understanding crossed over her. “Is that why you left after our first time together? Because you think I deserve someone better?”
I know you do.
“I thought if I could have you that one time I’d be able to forget you. I thought…” Adrian pulled her flush against his chest, holding her so tightly, his fingers dug into her back. “I thought these flames burning me up inside would go away, and I could move on but…”
“But what?”
He stared deep into her emerald eyes and shook his head. “The fire grew.”
“Adrian…”
She needs to know.
“You shouldn’t want me,” he reiterated the point. “You should go back to California. Stay as far away from me as you can.”
Her eyes softened and…was she smiling?
She’s not listening.
“I’m giving you an out, Jenna.”
“Funny.” The corners of her lips definitely curved. “I don’t recall asking for one.”
“I’m serious.” His voice came out rough. “You said it yourself…I’m a killer.”
“I know.”
Why isn’t she listening?
“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about hurting you and not lose a wink of sleep.”
His declaration didn’t send her running. She didn’t flinch or tear herself from his arms. Instead, she seemed to hold him closer.
Didn’t she hear what I just said? Can’t she see the darkness living inside me?
“I’ve walked away from you once before.” He laid it all out there. “I don’t think I can do it again.”
“Good.” She cupped one side of his face. “I don’t want you to walk away. And, whether you want to believe it or not, I know exactly what kind of man you are.”
“No, you—”