Axel (Men of Mirror Lake Mountain #1) - Penny Dee Page 0,2
erection through my pants, unable to resist a few rubs against the hard shaft. My knees weaken slightly and I lick my lips as a need for release stirs in my balls. Yeah, baby, rub that pussy. Come for me, angel. My breathing quickens, my heart pounds against my ribs.
Watching in the darkness isn’t usually my thing.
I’m not a creeper. I prefer the real thing to watching.
But damn, this woman has me aching hard.
She is fascinating.
Beautiful.
But time is of the essence. They’ll be here soon. And her life depends on me getting her out of here without them seeing.
Today I overheard them. Overheard their plan. If I didn’t do this now, tonight was going to end badly for her.
She cries out as she comes, and I have to bite down on my lip as a groan strangles in my throat.
Startled, she sits up.
I snap to attention.
My cover is blown.
She knows I am here.
Chapter Three
LAUREN
I grab the sheet and pull it over me.
“Who’s there?” I demand.
My heart drums against my ribs. I know I heard something in the shadows. I squint in the darkness but can’t see anything. I hold my breath and strain to hear. But there’s nothing. I reach for the lamp on the bedside table but it doesn’t switch on.
Certain something is wrong, I cross the room to the light switch on the wall. Nothing. The power is out.
Feeling vulnerable in nothing but my panties and tank top, I reach for the closest item of clothing—which is a coat hanging over the arm of a chair next to the bed—then move quickly through the darkness to check the light in the bathroom. But it’s out too.
Something is definitely wrong.
Knowing I need to contact the concierge, I reach for my yoga pants and slip on a pair of knee-high moccasins that are close by and pad across the room to the door. But as I reach for the door handle, a gloved hand slides across my mouth and a hard, solid body moves behind me and crushes me to the firm wall of muscle.
“If you want to live, don’t scream,” the deep, husky voice rasps in my ear. It’s a man. His voice a hoarse whisper, his breath is warm and oddly comforting on my cheek. I nod, my heart racing.
Take it all in and remember it for later, my survival instincts scream at me.
Okay, so a man has me in his arms and he is big. At least six foot five, six foot six. And hard. Everywhere. And the arm hooked around me is huge, in fact, it’s so big I doubt I could get my hands around the biceps, given the chance.
A strangled whimper escapes me and his hold on me tightens.
“If they hear you, princess, they will hurt you,” he growls in my ear.
I don’t know who they are.
And I don’t know who he is.
All I know is I am in danger and I need to fight.
With an almighty stomp, I drive my foot down onto his and thrust an elbow deep into his stomach. But his abs are strong, hard, and pain glows in my elbow. But it’s enough to catch him by surprise and he releases his hold on me.
I try to run, but with a frustrated growl he wraps another big arm around my waist and thrusts my body up against the wall. Bulging biceps cage either side of my head, while a powerful body pins me against the wall. It’s then that I get my first look at him. He’s dressed in black with a balaclava over his face, and just his emerald green eyes exposed.
I gasp.
Those eyes.
It’s him.
The handyman.
For a moment they hold me mesmerized, just as his strong body keeps me pressed against the wall. I can feel every inch of him. Every hard inch, and my breathing hitches.
“What do you want from me?” I whisper.
A gloved hand slides across my mouth. “You need to trust me. Or they will find you and they will take you.”
Our eyes remain locked as I slowly nod.
He releases his grip on me and I exhale deeply. It’s crazy to admit, but those eyes tell me he isn’t going to hurt me. That I should trust him.
I relax slightly and he can feel it. He takes a step back, but his eyes keep me pinned to the wall. A small throb of desire quivers in my pussy. A minute ago, I was making myself come fantasizing about him. Now he’s standing in front of