Her Possessive Guard

Prick, prick, prick!

Of course, this was happening to her. Of all the freaking people, that jerk had to be Megan’s cousin!

Well, he could go jump off a cliff for all she cared because he wasn’t going to stay with them.

Slamming the door of the wardrobe, she pulled out her pajamas for the night. Her cheeks felt hot, and she hated the way her body was reacting right then.

Her nipples were taut peaks, brushing painfully against the material of her shirt. How dare he stare at her like that? Like she was a piece of meat.

She felt her skin heat when she remembered the way he had gazed at her chest.

Damn it.

What was wrong with her?

Locking the door to the bathroom, she turned on the shower, full blast. Stripping off her pajamas, she stepped in and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The water felt like heaven against her sensitive skin.

She shivered slightly, letting it wash away the tension in her body. The tension that he was causing.

She jumped when she heard the thump on the door.

“Kara?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Are you all right?”

Kara turned down the water, “I’m fine, Meg.”

“You’re not going to seriously go to bed hungry, are you?”

Kara didn’t respond.

“Kara, I know you,” continued Megan, “you would never go to bed hungry. Come on. I’m making dinner for the three of us.”

Just like that, her anger returned. Three of us. Now she had to tolerate him again.

She knew that dinner was Megan’s way of saying sorry. It always has been.

When Kara didn’t answer, Megan sighed and left the bathroom.

After pampering herself with her favorite lavender body wash, Kara turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around her body.

Getting dressed in the most decent pair of pajamas that she owned, she went right to bed. She wouldn’t let Megan charm her way out of this one.

As she dozed off, she pictured Adam opening her bedroom door and slipping into bed with her. She imagined what his body would feel like pressed against hers. How his breath would tickle the back of her neck. These were her last thoughts before she slipped out of consciousness.

When she woke up the next morning, Kara was disoriented. Still half-asleep, she thought about her weird dream last night. The hot asshole from the grocery store was staying in her apartment. She remembered his blue eyes.

As Kara slowly awoke, she remembered that it was not a dream at all. He really was in her apartment. Right outside her bedroom door.

It was only seven in the morning, but Kara had a busy day ahead of her.

She brushed her teeth and hair. Kara found herself unconsciously putting a little extra makeup on. She needed to eat breakfast before she got hangry and exploded again.

It was like her body sensed him in the apartment. She could feel the tension coursing through her muscles the closer she got to him. It only intensified when she caught a glimpse of his body sprawled out on the couch, still passed out.

Holy crap.

She paused right in the doorway, her eyes feasting on his body covered in tattoos. His chest and abs peeking through the blanket.

Oh, sweet Lord.

He was perfect. She could feel the color rising in her cheeks. Again.

His eyes fluttered open and he looked right at her. Again!

Shit shit shit.

Kara wanted the ground to split open and swallow her when she saw the smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth.

“Like what you see?”

She dropped her gaze, flustered, she instantly headed towards the kitchen.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kara snapped at him, her cheeks growing hotter with every step.

From the corner of her eye, she saw his smirk widen as he stared at her. Her knuckles unconsciously clenched at her sides.

Kara noticed a post it note on the fridge. She recognized Megan’s curly handwriting: ‘I have class early this morning. Will be back soon. I’ll bring breakfast. Love you’

That was so typical of Megan. She unleashed chaos into their apartment then ran away.

Kara grunted, ripping the post-it off the fridge.

“What’s that?” Adam suddenly appeared looking at the note in Kara’s hand.

His body looked even better standing up. His torso was chiseled and covered in tattoos. Kara was too stunned to respond.

He took the note from her, his hands lingered on hers. A shiver ran down her spine.

“Looks like it’s just me and you then,” he sighed, reading the note.

“I have a paper due tomorrow,” said Kara abruptly, “so try and not get in my way.”

Adam snorted as she stormed past him.

“And put a shirt on for God’s sake,” she yelled back at him.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about me distracting you,” he replied, “I’ll get out of your hair.”

How was she going to get any work done when all she could think of was ripping his clothes off?

She sat stubbornly at her desk, adamant to finish the paper. She wasn’t going to let him distract her.

She heard a door shut outside her room. Good, he must have left.

Her friend owed her big time. This better be the best breakfast I’ve ever had.

***

Adam felt the familiar need build up, resulting in an almost painful erection that he was sure was going to be visible through his jeans. He needed to deal with this situation before he could go anywhere.

Fucking hell, Megan was going to kick him out, wasn’t she?

He had to do something about his erection. Surely a cold shower would help.

He felt the cold water running over his body. He felt much better. He was barely thinking about her. This distraction would do for now, but he had a serious problem.

***

Kara came out of her room expecting to be alone, but she heard the shower running in the bathroom.

That must be Megan.

Relieved to finally be alone with Megan, Kara wanted to have a serious chat with her about Adam. Surely Megan would understand why he couldn’t stay with them any longer.

Kara opened the bathroom door.

“Megan?” she asked, “can we talk?”

“What the hell are you doing?” a low voice growled.

She gave out a short cry, turning around abruptly, hitting her hip against the marble of the basin.

Her eyes almost popped out at the sight before her.

Adam stood before her. Completely and utterly naked.

Her retort died in her throat, her jaw hanging open.

He stepped away from the shower curtain, his eyebrows drawn low, a scowl on his face.

“What? You haven’t seen a naked guy before?” he snapped at her, bringing her out of her momentary surprise.

His disdainful attitude sparked her nerves and she glared at him, trying hard and failing in not letting her eyes wander down to his erection.

He was huge!

A few steps more and he’d brush her with it.

For just a second more, she let her eyes drop to his chest and swallowed when she saw how built he actually was.

“You’re the one in my bathroom. At least have the decency to lock the damn door!”

The scowl on his face shrunk, just a little, and he stepped even closer.

She felt intimidated for a moment. He was so freaking tall and right then, he looked angry.

Adam raked his eyes over her body, staring at her mouth and then her breasts, making Kara acutely aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Shit.

His blue eyes flashed, and he smirked at her.

“And yet,” he said in a soft, accusing tone, “here you are, looking at me like you’d rather have me in bed with you.”

Kara stopped breathing.

At her silence, he came closer, his head tilted to one side, as though he was examining her.

It was when he reached out for her that she jerked and spun away, her heart pounding against her breastbone.

Before exiting the bathroom, she turned around and fixed him with a glare that she hoped was the coldest one she could muster.

“Don’t flatter yourself, prick. I’ve seen better than that.” She glanced at his rigid member one last time before looking back at him.

For just a moment, she saw his blue eyes widen, and then he scowled even more darkly. To her satisfaction, Kara saw his fists clench at his sides.

She didn’t wait. Turning around once more, she walked away, slamming the door shut.

Yeah.

He could go to hell.

***

Adam ground his teeth, letting the cold water from the shower run over his body. It didn’t help one bit. His cock was rock hard, and his mind was splitting apart in rage.

What the fuck had she said to him?

I’ve seen better than that.

She had a boyfriend. That had to be it.

Then why the fuck did she react like she did when he was near?

He tilted his head toward the water spray.

She was attracted to him. She had to be. He liked a challenge.