Making the Cut by Anne Malcom Read Free Book Online
Authors: Anne Malcom
intently at the top of his head, his midnight black hair falling around his face and to his shoulders. I didn’t normally like any kind of long hair on a guy, but man he worked it. His broad shoulders and muscles strained his shirt, thick veins almost pulsing out of his arms. The tattoos covering his arms captivated me for a moment. I thought about those arms wrapped around me, feeling his electric touch all over my body, the wetness between my legs came back. What the fuck is wrong with me? Until now, the thought of any man touching me was repulsive and scared the shit out of me. But it was like my body was finally waking up, with a vengeance. The irony was not lost on me that it was yet another dangerous man wearing a leather cut who turned me on. I had a serious problem. Why can’t I be attracted to a nice accountant with a paunch and a bald spot, someone whose worst crime would be to fashion?
During my mental turmoil Cade had finished nursing me and was now stroking my ankle, the animal look back on his face. I realized I was sitting on a counter, in a slinky kimono with an even slinkier nightie underneath. Damn my addiction to seductive nightwear.
“Baby.” Cade growled, the primal tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine. He straightened and I swung by legs back down as he moved to stand in front of me, stopping between my legs, his crotch dangerously close to mine. Gulp. He kept staring at me as his hand cupped my cheek.
“You are fucking beautiful.” He whispered.
I stared back at him dumbly, unable to think of anything to say. Work brain!
“So god damn beautiful I want to kill whoever put all that fear behind those eyes.” He declared fiercely.
I jumped up, his words waking me from my mental coma. How could he say this? He doesn’t know me, we haven’t even had a proper conversion.
“You need to leave. Like now.” I ordered coldly.
“Baby…”
“I told you don’t call me that.” I snapped. “Now I thank you for helping me with my foot even though it was your fault that I cut it in the first place. I would appreciate it if you would get out of my house and do not come by here again.” I was rather proud at how even and authoritative my voice sounded.
“I’m sorry about your foot baby I really am, but I am not sorry that it meant I got to touch your skin, or get close enough to know how fucking good you smell.” Shivers ran down my spine yet again. He didn’t miss my reaction; he tugged my head towards him, his mouth inches away.
“And fuck if I am going to taste you baby, every inch of you. But not tonight, you need to get some sleep and rest your foot. But I will be round here again, not in your kitchen but in your bed.” His voice was firm, he was someone who was used to getting what he wanted.
I yanked my head away from his, fighting both fear and arousal. “I am not some biker groupie who will drop her panties at your say so. I have something that you a probably not familiar with women you fuck, something called self-respect. So don’t flatter yourself into thinking I am attracted to you, and I don’t get how you think it’s appropriate to say something that vulgar to a woman you barely know, but trust me it’s not.”
Cade gave an attractive chuckle. “We both know that isn’t true, I can bet your panties are dripping right now, cause I can’t be the only one feeling this.” He gestured between us.
“I assure you any attraction you feel is one sided, now please leave.” I lied, my nose was going to be as big as Pinocchio’s at this rate.
“This ain’t one sided and you know it.” Cade barked. “You are going to be mine, and in my bed.” Without another word, just another intense stare he turned to leave.
“Don’t hold your breath…oh no wait please do.” I called sweetly to him just before he walked through the door.
He stopped, fixating on the alarm panel beside the door. “I want the door locked, and this armed after I leave.” He
During my mental turmoil Cade had finished nursing me and was now stroking my ankle, the animal look back on his face. I realized I was sitting on a counter, in a slinky kimono with an even slinkier nightie underneath. Damn my addiction to seductive nightwear.
“Baby.” Cade growled, the primal tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine. He straightened and I swung by legs back down as he moved to stand in front of me, stopping between my legs, his crotch dangerously close to mine. Gulp. He kept staring at me as his hand cupped my cheek.
“You are fucking beautiful.” He whispered.
I stared back at him dumbly, unable to think of anything to say. Work brain!
“So god damn beautiful I want to kill whoever put all that fear behind those eyes.” He declared fiercely.
I jumped up, his words waking me from my mental coma. How could he say this? He doesn’t know me, we haven’t even had a proper conversion.
“You need to leave. Like now.” I ordered coldly.
“Baby…”
“I told you don’t call me that.” I snapped. “Now I thank you for helping me with my foot even though it was your fault that I cut it in the first place. I would appreciate it if you would get out of my house and do not come by here again.” I was rather proud at how even and authoritative my voice sounded.
“I’m sorry about your foot baby I really am, but I am not sorry that it meant I got to touch your skin, or get close enough to know how fucking good you smell.” Shivers ran down my spine yet again. He didn’t miss my reaction; he tugged my head towards him, his mouth inches away.
“And fuck if I am going to taste you baby, every inch of you. But not tonight, you need to get some sleep and rest your foot. But I will be round here again, not in your kitchen but in your bed.” His voice was firm, he was someone who was used to getting what he wanted.
I yanked my head away from his, fighting both fear and arousal. “I am not some biker groupie who will drop her panties at your say so. I have something that you a probably not familiar with women you fuck, something called self-respect. So don’t flatter yourself into thinking I am attracted to you, and I don’t get how you think it’s appropriate to say something that vulgar to a woman you barely know, but trust me it’s not.”
Cade gave an attractive chuckle. “We both know that isn’t true, I can bet your panties are dripping right now, cause I can’t be the only one feeling this.” He gestured between us.
“I assure you any attraction you feel is one sided, now please leave.” I lied, my nose was going to be as big as Pinocchio’s at this rate.
“This ain’t one sided and you know it.” Cade barked. “You are going to be mine, and in my bed.” Without another word, just another intense stare he turned to leave.
“Don’t hold your breath…oh no wait please do.” I called sweetly to him just before he walked through the door.
He stopped, fixating on the alarm panel beside the door. “I want the door locked, and this armed after I leave.” He