Save her, like I wish they had saved me…Those words strike something inside of me that refuses to let go. I’ve replayed them for days. She needed someone to save her, and no one did. What does this woman have hidden? Why do I care so much? Why do I need to be the one she reaches out to? I have all these questions and very few answers.

I’ve been staying at Dani’s every night for a week. It’s been heaven and hell. She’s as prickly as a cactus, and I have to handle her with care. At the same time, she makes me laugh. We have a lot in common and every once in a while, she lets her guard down, and I see this other side to her. It’s vulnerable, soft, and sweet. It soothes me. Still, I’m enough of a sadistic jerk to admit I get off when she comes at me with her sharp claws and lethal tongue. There are times I want to grab her and show her exactly what I want her tongue for. I haven’t. Fuck, I’m getting blue balls holding back with her. Still, when she lets me see her vulnerable side, and her words come back to me, I hold back.

If something doesn’t give soon, I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer. Every night, she crawls into bed. Every night, she rubs that deliciously perfect ass against my crotch, and my dick weeps with need. I’ve been a walking hard-on since that first night. After a week of no relief, you would think my cock would get the damn message. It hasn’t.

Today has been the worst yet. All day Dani has been prancing around the house in these barely there shorts, a black tank top, and the bitch doesn’t even have a bra on. Does she know what she’s doing to me? Fuck, she probably does. It’s almost time for her to crawl in our bed. If I don’t blow off some steam, then I’m not going to be able to lay next to her without my head spinning in circles and smoke coming out of my ears. I’ll need to be locked up in a padded cell.

With that in mind, I jump in the shower, doing something I haven’t done since I was a horny teenager. I take matters into my own hands. As the water beats down on my back, I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes. Immediately, Dani’s face comes to mind. I know everything about her face now. I know the scar under her chin, the full lips that smile ever-so-slightly when she thinks I can’t see. The way the glossy red lipstick she wears makes them shine and seduce me with just a glance—all of it comes to mind so easily. Yet, the thing that hits me the hardest are her fucking eyes. Eyes that set me on fire. They’re deep brown with a hint of yellow. Bottomless pits of feeling, that sparkle at me as if they hold secrets only I should ever know. Nothing in my life has heated me or torn me up like they do.

My tongue slides out against my lip and goddamn, I wish it were her lips I could taste. If I keep my eyes closed and concentrate on the water sliding on my skin, I can almost convince myself it’s her hands, her fingers, tracing my body, touching me slowly, and driving me crazy. I reach for her shampoo…strawberries. I never thought of that scent as sexy before, but it is. I pour a generous amount in my palm, and then slide my hand over my cock, applying a tight pressure in my grip, getting lost in the pleasure. I remember the feel of her ass, so firm and rounded to perfection, raking against my cock and brushing against my balls, begging me to fuck it. For the last week, all I’ve thought about is digging my hands into her sides, pulling her hard against me, and riding that ass, until I explode. Damn, she’d be so tight there, she’d come close to choking my cock. I picture it in my mind. Me, bending her over and fucking her ass, my balls slapping against her pussy, one fist wound tight in her hair, as I order her to play with her clit. My other hand would be full of her breasts, kneading and pulling on those taut nipples, bringing her just enough pain so her muscles would squeeze me even more.

I jerk my cock harder and faster, in rhythm with the fucking I’m giving Dani in my mind. My balls tighten, and my heart is thudding heavily in my chest. I’m so damn close. I imagine her calling my name out as she shatters into a million pieces, and I can’t stop her name falling from my lips as I come. It feels good for the space of a minute, maybe two, and then I hate the fact that my cock isn’t inside of her. I lean against the shower door, wishing she was with me.

It’s then I see her body shadowed through the frosted glass. She’s outside the shower watching.

“You could come in if you want, Hellcat. It’d be a lot more enjoyable than staying out there.”

“I…uh… thought I would brush my teeth before we go to bed,” she stutters, and it’s damn cute— just another piece of the mystery.

She can be such a hard-ass away from here. The boys at the club have nicknamed her Ice, because they swear her pussy would freeze a man’s dick. They don’t see the side of her I do, and that’s fucking fine with me. I don’t want them to. I want to save all her sides for me and me alone. I don’t want those horny bastards anywhere near her. Which hasn’t been an issue because, Nicole got out of the hospital yesterday, and Dani still refuses to go to the club. They talk every day, and Nic has tried and tried to reach Dani and ease her guilt. I don’t think it’s working, but I know the fact that Nic isn’t blaming her outright in front of the club, is making things easier for Dani.

You could say the devil made me do it, but I open the door and let her see me. My dick should be good after just coming, but the instant I lay eyes on her, it begins to harden. She’s got on a long white t-shirt… fuck, it’s my t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back in a pony-tail on her head, and she doesn’t have a trace of makeup. It’s official, this is how I like her best. Jesus.

“Crusher, you’re naked….”

“Say my name.”

“What…I just…”

“I’m not Crusher to you. Say my name, Hellcat.”

She watches me closely, her eyes dart down to my dick and then back up to my face. There’s heat in her cheeks. She blushes. Another piece to the mystery that is Dani. I feel like I just keep unraveling them.

“Zander…”

Why does it feel like I won a fucking war when she says my name? Her eyes go back to my cock and stay there. She’s killing me.

“Come here, Hellcat,”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea…”

“I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had. Now, get your ass over here.”

I wait to see what she does. I’m convinced she’ll turn and run. I’ve not pushed anything between us this last week, but hell, everyone has a breaking point. I’ve reached mine.

When she takes a step towards me, stands in front of me, and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, that’s when I tumble. I don’t do relationships. I don’t even chase after women. Dani made me break that second rule, and right here, right now with her looking at me as if I might destroy her, she still does it? I fall completely for this woman. There is no rhyme or reason. There hasn’t even been a great build-up. It just happens. She owns me in ways she’ll never know, because I’ll never tell her. The only thing she needs to know is that she is mine.

I reach out and run my fingers through her hair, letting the dark curls weave around them, then I gaze into her eyes.

“Tonight, you’re mine, Hellcat.” My voice is hoarse and full of need, but I notice from the look on her face she’s pulling away because of panic. Before she can run away, I use the hold I have on her hair to pull her in closer to me.

“Zander…you’re all wet…I…”

“I’m about to make you just as wet, sweetheart. Just. As. Wet,” I whisper each word as if it was its own sentence, right before my lips touch hers. I forge into her mouth, intent on conquering it. After a week of thinking of nothing else but getting inside this woman, I don’t have time to make it pretty, all I can show her is my need.