The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 90

Olivia pulled the t-shirt that Dallas had given her over her head. Even though she’d just had a long, hot shower, she was still shivering. She pulled on Dallas’ socks, then regarded herself in the bathroom mirror.

Despite the terror and general awfulness of the situation, she smiled a bit at her appearance. Dallas’ shirt hung off her slim body and covered her to almost her knees; the socks were about five sizes too big for her. But the clothing smelled of him, and she held the shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply, finding comfort in it. It felt like he was right there with her, and she immediately felt safe.

She heard a knock at the door, and she jumped.

“Olivia? You OK?”

“Yeah,” she called back. “Be out in a sec.”

She tugged the t-shirt down as far as it could go, and came out. Dallas was standing there, and his eyes took her in. He was painfully, achingly aware of the fact that she was naked under his shirt, and he tried very hard to not think about it. He failed in spectacular fashion.

“So what do you think, baby?” he asked gently. “You hungry?”

She shook her head.

“You feel like you can get some rest?”

“No.” She looked down at the floor. “I’m – I can’t get past the idea of him watching me sleep…”

He reached for her then and she went to him right away, eager for his warmth and strength. Dallas wrapped her in his arms, and she tried to relax. The thought of closing her eyes terrified her, even though Dallas would be between her and the door, with a gun.

This guy has shown that he can get to me even with people right outside, watching every door and window. How hard would it be for him to get in here, even with Dallas’ security system on the windows? Alarms and codes are child’s-play for this asshole…

He stepped back suddenly, held her away from him. “Olivia?”

“Yes?” she said.

“You want me to stay in the room with you?”

She started, stared up at him. “What?”

His blue eyes were intense. “I can sit in a chair next to the bed with my gun. Watch over you while you sleep.”

The thought of him standing guard simultaneously touched and aroused her. Liv’s mouth went dry as she imagined herself totally vulnerable and helpless, Dallas’s huge body sitting next to her in the darkness, all through the night.

“Would you…” She cleared her throat. “You’d do that?”

He nodded. “Anything to make you feel safe enough to sleep, baby.”

“OK.” Her voice was so quiet, he barely heard it.

“Good.” He touched her cheek. “I’m going to have a shower and get cleaned up, so you wait right here outside the door. Five minutes, alright?”

“Yeah.”

He went into his bedroom and grabbed some fresh clothes, then he headed into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on, and she imagined him naked, just on the other side of the door. She felt her breath come faster, shallower; her p***y moistened, her n*****s hardened.

Oh, God, girl. You are in serious, serious trouble.

Dallas stood under the hot spray, eyes closed, willing his hard-on to go away. His c**k had hardened the second that he’d held her against him with nothing but the thin t-shirt material between him and her curves. It had been a huge effort to move away from her, since all he'd wanted was to hold her closer, tighter. Lift her chin, kiss that sweet mouth, run his hands over her breasts and stomach.

Gently run his finger along her p***y, delve between her wet folds. Be inside her, hard and deep. Watch her beautiful face as she shattered around him.

And now you’re going to sit next to her all night long, watching her sleep. f**k, man. You’re toast.