PURPLE HEART - Soliders Of Fortune [BOOK TWO]

Chapter THIRTY ONE

Sunday 'Sunny' Santos

”I wasn't expecting to see you tonight..” I sit up, reaching for the blanket to cover myself, feeling terrifyingly vulnerable after riding the incredible high of wave after wave of ecstasy, freeing me from a pent up prison.. Now that my pulse slowly calms, returning to a steady beat and my brain begins to function again, I can't help but replay the whole encounter in my head and feel the heat of embarrassment climb my throat.. What had I said and done in my frenzied state? “I wasn't really expecting– um--any of this–”

Max at least does me the courtesy of trying to hide the devilish pride in his satisfied smirk, though I can still see it tickling the tips of his lips.. “Ah, so you didn't want me to catch you?”

“I don't know– maybe I thought about it for like-- a second–” Reluctantly I admit to the undeniable, after all I had been moaning his name.. Turning my face away I hide behind my brunette curls with a bashful blush.. “Estoy avergonzada–” (I'm embarrassed)

“Don't be..” He advises with a warm, forgiving drawl and the Slavic twinge of his accent sends a heady rush of sensual vibrations though me.. “Everybody’s got needs, Bunny..”

“I know that–” My cheeks burn as I indignantly wriggle around to wrap the sheets around myself like a messy toga.. I try not to succumb to my curiosity of what kind of needs he might also have and how I could fulfil them.. “And just so you know, I was only doing what the doctor told me to–”

Santa Maria!
What is wrong with me?!
Why can't I control myself around him?

“He told you to what?” The Sharks eyes darken with fury and his spine tightens as he sits up straighter, his perfect pearly teeth gritted tight.. “That mother-ff-fucker–”

“No, not like that–” I wave a soft, placating hand at him before hauling myself out of bed to duck into the closet.. Quickly slipping into a silky powder blue robe and checking my hair in the mirror.. I fix my mussed reflection before crossing back to the door as I tie a bow in my belt.. “It's just that I’ve been having all these strange– um– feelings and– urges..” Chewing at my bottom lip I quickly add.. “From all the hormones, you know–”

“I noticed..” He chuckles with a dry toying grin, leaning back to make himself comfortable, lifting a hand in an enticing gesture of invitation as I pad barefoot across the floor..

“Hey, don’t tease! I can't help it!” I giggle, reflexively reaching out to shove his shoulder, my palm greeted by his unmoving stone mass.. “Saint said that stress is bad for the baby so–”

Max catches my hand before I can withdraw, curling his tattooed fingers around my wrist he pulls me down to land in his lap.. “Tell me what has you stressed, Little Bunny?” Concern crinkles the corners of his fearsome sapphire stare, his eyes narrowing on me as if to inspect and assess me for signs and symptoms of exhaustion.. "I'll fix it.."