She saw someone she doesn’t want to run into.
I ferry the information away for later and open my passenger door for her.She hesitates.I quirk a brow.
“Are you doubting a second location with me?”I half joke, half scowl.
“No, it’s not that at all.I was expecting a driver and a sleek black sedan or SUV, not a normal car,” she says with a shrug.
I guide her into the seat, buckle her belt, and steal a quick kiss to her cheek before murmuring, “I can drive myself just fine and this ‘normal’ car has more to it than it meets the eye.”
Her blush as I wink and shut the door has me pausing to adjust as I walk around the rear bumper to the driver’s seat.
After putting the address in the GPS, Karey sits back and turns her face out the passenger window.
Despite the extra safety and performance features in my car, I drive like any other New Yorker—cutthroat and unforgiving—while keeping the ride smooth so my woman can prepare for the battle ahead.
I might commit murder today, but I have the funds to bury the crime and no guilt over the potential death.
This Brad fellow hurt my cupcake.He deserves to suffer.
Even if he isn’t there, I know everything about him.If the little freak doesn’t die today, he’ll wish he had.My connections run deep, even in jail.
She’s too fidgety.Her nerves worsen the longer we sit in the silent car and the closer we get to her former apartment.
Although skimming my hand up her thigh and teasing her soft, sensitive flesh would be my ultimate distraction preference, I’m fully aware she needs all her defenses for the upcoming trial, so instead I smirk and capture her gaze for the briefest of moments before returning my attention to the road.
“You need a keeper,” I declare.
She does a double-take and quirks a brow.Her breasts shift with her inhale, pushing her red bra against her partially see-through blouse.I bite my bottom lip to enjoy the sting as she rallies.
In middle school, she often rambled on about keepers, protectors, and dragon slayers.She swore she’d be my princess until the end of time if I’d be her knight in shining armor forever.
After a flash of bittersweet emotions play through her expression, she dons the biggest, brightest, fakest smile.
“Thank you for your concern, Mr.Buchanan, but I’m not an animal in a zoo.I’m a woman.I don’t need akeeper,” she says as though speaking to a child.
Fucking hell, I want to devour her sassy lips and impertinent tongue.Even with her viciousness on full display, she’s sweeter than sugar.
I allow my appreciation to shine from my eyes as I give her a slow once-over.A blush colors her cheeks, and her breath stutters.She shifts in her seat and meets my gaze.I turn back to the windshield before I cum in my pants.Just imagining her thighs rubbing together is enough to have me on the edge, but that little hip wiggle suggests she’s hot and ready.I’d love to work my hand into her jeans, find her clit with my fingertip, and help her into euphoria.
I clear my throat but my voice emerges deep and rough.
“You are very much a woman, yes.A beautiful woman who needs a keeper,” I respond.
She tilts her head and presses her hand over her heart, but the thrumming of her pulse in her jugular ruins her attempt at nonchalance.
“Thank you for the compliment, Mr.Buchanan, however there’s no reason to flatter me.I’m fully capable of taking care of myself,” she says.
Oh god, it’s too much.She chose the perfect words.
“Are you really?I’d love to watch.”I pour my hunger into the suggestive words.
Her eyes widen as understanding sweeps through her.
She drops her face into her hands and mumbles, “Damn, I walked right into that one.”
A little half-giggle escapes her.She shakes her head.
“I’m sorry, Declan.I’m fine, I swear.I just… thanks,” she finishes with a lame shrug.