Chapter Fifteen
Patton
I would never make the first move—not ever. It wouldn’t be right to do that to someone in Alexa’s situation.
She’d called me her angel. She’d called me her hero. Heroes and angels didn’t put the moves on the people who adored them. When you added in everything I’d done for her lately—knowing how grateful she felt for it all, it just wouldn’t have been right for me to let her know that I wanted her. And I wanted her in the worst way.
Lying on top of that blanket as she undressed down to her b*a and panties, I knew I should stop looking at her. They matched, too. A perfect little set made of pink satin, a tiny bow at her cleavage and one in the middle of the top of her panties.
Her body was smoking hot. Round hips, thick thighs, a midsection that dipped in all the
