My Escort

Predator

The bed is big enough for us both but I desire no distance between us.

"I am," I mutter, my eyes locked up with his. We're now lying on our sides, facing

each other directly. "But it's a bit hard sleeping with you like this," I confess.

"Why?" Red asks gently, a small smile tugging his lips into a sexy grin. Jeez, he’s so amused.

"Are you dumb or what?" I pout, and he chuckles lightly. "I want to—" It roars again, cutting me off. "f**k it!" I growl, and my bodyguard starts laughing as I cover my face with the duvet.

"Come here," Red says and I roll toward him instantly. "Ah, you're so adorable." He scoots me in his arms, ignoring my accusing glance at the comment. Isn’t adorable another form of vulnerability and clumsiness?

"I really hate lightning," I say, laying my head on his chest. What a nice place to be! I drink in his scent, the one I know by heart.

"Why? Are you just scared of it?" Red asks, sounding deeply interested to know. "I was six when my dad got into an accident. He was a firefighter.

That day it rained heavily, and the lightning was there, too.

My mom received the news of him being hurt while saving a little girl from the fire. She left with my aunt to the hospital so it was just me and my two young brothers at home.

The rain and its thunder wouldn't stop. It was terrible. I cried nonstop and I was so scared," I say, my heart cringing at the memory. Red rubs my back smoothly and kisses my hair.

"So that’s how it started; some kind of a trauma. I'm so sorry," he mutters. "But your father survived, right?"

"Yeah," I breathe, thinking of that night when everything got snatched away. "It's the same day my mom learned that he had another family.

He had a woman and two kids, and my mom was actually the other woman."

"What?" Red snaps, shocked. I huff at the memory, recalling the many nights where mom would sit at the corner of her bedroom crying. I hated my dad . . . and maybe I still do.

He stole my mom's faith and happiness. Sophie doesn't believe in love, just as she doesn’t trust Patrick for me. "Well, that's it.

Whenever it rains and thunders, I always feel like something bad will happen," I say, my eyes already watery.

Without a word, Red pulls me even tighter to his side, engulfing me into a warm and securing embrace. I thaw in his nestle, immuring my face onto his chest as my safest place to be. I feel at home. "Nothing bad will happen," he whispers, his tone promising.

"As long as I'm alive I won't let anyone harm you." Oh God! I'm too emotional right now. Tears spill down unchecked, and I shut my eyes meditating his words. Why is he so good? But will he stay in my life forever? The thought kills me inside.

"Hey," Red utters quietly, his fingers running smoothly through my hair. I hold my tongue, sniffling. "Mia?" he calls me, worried.

"I'm fine, Red." I catch a breath, lying to him. I'm not fine! I don't want to lose this moment . . . This moment I'm spending with him.

"Look at me," Red says. "Mia, look at me!" he demands this time, and I quickly abide. "What?" My voice is hardly sound.

Red flips me down so he's on top of me in a blink. "Huh?" I gasp, my body pinned down helplessly.

Holy hell! What a twist of events! My breath hitches. "I don't want you to think of anything but this moment," he says, his tone domineering and cold, yet very hot . . . Such a turn on.

"Do you understand?" His breath is libidinously heavy. "Hmm." I nod gently. "Kiss me!" I blurt out, thinking out loud.

Beguiled, my sexy bodyguard grins down at me.

Fuck! I flush multiple shades of red, my coyness patent. "I was going to," he tells me, and he does exactly that.

In a heartbeat I'm savoring the taste of his lips and that of wine. Mmm, yummy.

I

yank his neck, kissing him deeper, grinding my ass to fully feel his erection poking

my s*x. A s*x predator I am— why denying?

"f**k, Mia!" Red groans as he pulls back intoxicated. Tugging his T-shirt over his

head, he mutters, "I'm taking you again!" His lips are back into mine, more

ferocious than before.

I feel wasted as I wake in the morning. I can still hear the rain droplets on the roof. Jeez, what time is it? I scramble to open my eyes, and when I do it's a pair of

beautiful sunrise I see in Red's eyes. I smile indulgently.

"Hi," he mutters. His smile is an oasis in the hot Sahara. "Hi." My naked breasts crush on his bare chest. I kiss his pecks, making him flex, and slowly I trail down his sternum, and his breath quickens.

When I look up at him, he's almost lost, enticed. "You're evil," he whispers, and I giggle. Leaning down, he steals a kiss on my lips

and asks, "Did you sleep well?"

"Hmm," I hum, feeling like a baby, my head free from all the troubles in the world.

"You?" I lift my leg and curl it across his hip. He grabs it and caresses my thigh. "It was great. Are you hungry?" he quizzes.

"Very. Let me go and make something," I say with a yawn. "No, stay in bed; I'll make breakfast," Red interludes and he sounds no- discussion. "You look tired."

He lays another kiss on my lips and slowly frees my

leg so he can move.

Jesus! Should I continue getting used to his tenderness? I gasp inwardly as I watch

Red's glorious frame leaving the bed. Shirtless, pantsless, only a pair of briefs on him— I go jelly from inside to outside.

He slips into his joggers and exits the room

after flashing me a small smile. I hug myself dreamily. I can't sleep as Red prefers me to, because I've got plenty in

head now that I'm all alone. It's no longer raining, but it's damp outside. I slowly

abandon the bed and quest for something to wear.

I wonder where my nightdress is. Flushing at how it left my body last night, I end up picking Red's T-shirt that's

lying on the wooden floor. You'll do, baby.

White and clean, smelling of Red— my

favorite scent in the world— I throw it over my nudity and push my way back to

my bedroom.