Finding West by June Gray Read Free Book Online

save me. I don’t think you’ll end me this way.” He left the room and came back with a dining chair. He sat down and lifted his face to mine. “Hack away.”
    I grabbed him by th e hair and tilted his head back, enjoying this little amount of dominance I was wielding. It was intoxicating, this power to control a man—and an immense one at that—and move him any way I wanted. I was thinking maybe I could really get used to it before I caught myself. There was nothing to get used to. This man and I had no future together beyond today.
    “Has nobody ever told you?” he whispered after some time.
    “Told me what?” I asked, concentrating on the dip in the middle of his chin.
    “That you’re beautiful?”
    I stopped, irritated. “Look, I know I’m nothing special to look at, so please stop with the beautiful shit because it’s getting old. You don’t have to keep blowing smoke up my ass so I don’t kick you out.” I tried to return to the task but he grabbed my wrist.
    His grey gaze held mine, his dark eyebrows drawing together. “I’m not flattering you just for flattery’s sake,” he said, sounding a little irritated himself. “I’m telling you because you’re apparently blind.”
    I tried to keep from re sponding the way he intended. I’m not that girl who gets all gushy and blushing when complimented about her looks. I’d much rather hear that I’m strong or that I’m intelligent, but to be told I was attractive by this stranger did something unusual to my insides. It made me feel… soft.
    And for once, being soft wasn’t so bad.
    “Well then, thank you,” I mumbled under my breath and went back to shav ing him, painfully aware of his eyes watching me.
    “Give it some time, and I’ll have you receiving compliments with grace.”
    “You planning on sticking around, stranger?”
    He must have realized that what he’d said hinted at permanence, but he just shrugged. “ I might, if my memory never returns.”
    The idea that he would be here with me for a long time sent a jolt of fear and anticipation through my veins. My brain and my heart were at war over the issue, one shouting that he was a complete stranger and the other retorting that it didn’t matter, that he had somehow already made his way under my skin.
    But that was the real danger, wasn’t it? That I’d be so foolish and inexperienced and give my heart to the first man who came along?
    I was so entrenched in my thoughts that it came as a surprise when I was done. I wet a face towel and wiped the remaining traces of foam and hair off his cheeks. I pulled away and, for the first time, took in his entire face. What I saw made me lean against the counter to keep from falling.
    Holy hell. T he man was fucking gorgeous.

 
     
     
    6
     
    STRANGER
     
     
     
    “What is it?” I stood up and peered into the mirror behind her, seeing yet another stranger on its glass surface, though a fairly good-looking one I had to admit. I became painfully aware of Kat in that moment, of my body boxing her in. “Do you recognize me?” I asked, so close I could almost feel her body tensing from my presence. “Was our theory correct? Do you recognize me from somewhere?”
    She shook her head, barely breathing. “No.”
    “Then what?”
    The bewildered look on her face melted away, replaced by curiosity. She reached up and, like a child unable to help but touch a toy, traced a finger along my jaw.
    A tremble traveled up my spine at the contact as it finally dawned on me what had her so rattled: she thought I was attractive. I grabbed her other wrist and held it up to my face. “Touch me.”
    She didn’t need to be asked twice. She smoothed my eyebrows back, traced a finger along my cheeks and down my nose, and finall y cupped my jaws in the palm of her hands. Her touch alternated from soft to heavy, prodding and caressing.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off her, even as I felt my cock stirring in my pants. This side of her—the side that defied