After the f*****g was over, he wanted me lying with him. He was warm, his arms nurturing, and he didn’t need a bath as much I thought he would. I found myself settling into his heated body thinking that we really fit together.
“You know you shouldn’t be in this kind of business, Kiley McCarron.”
“And what business is it of yours?” I said, impudence showing.
He had a lock of my hair in his hand, holding it so tightly it hurt. Pulling me up above him, enough so he could look me squarely in the face, I saw his quarrelsome expression and an attitude that was strangely fatherly. Not that I’d had much fatherly affection to compare it with, what he displayed was rather amazing the effect it had on me. Almost as if I liked the way he wanted to protect me. I had to shake off the feeling, i
