small, but that didn’t register as he roared and threw himself across the space between them to hit the thief with a hard tackle.
As soon as he contacted, he realized the intruder was smaller than he’d thought, well under average height for a man. Shit, was he being robbed by midgets? Or kids? They hit the deck, and within a second he had the smaller form pinned beneath him, his hard hands yanking the kids arms to the side to pin his wrists. Slender, delicate wrists that were attached to arms, and a torso way softer than any youth he’d ever met. Startled, he pulled back, letting the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window fall on the intruder’s face.
Wide eyes darkened with fear and pain blinked back at him, tears collecting in the corners and threatening to spill over. A small, button-like nose was set over bee-stung lips which trembled.
Oh, crap. He’d just attacked a woman.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
He loosened his grip on her wrists, but didn’t let go. Not yet. While his mom had drilled manners into him when dealing with the opposite sex, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Just because women were softer than men, didn’t mean she was harmless. He’d heard of gangs using women before, but she seemed to be on her own—and either terrified out of her mind or a fantastic actress.
“P-please…don’t hurt me.”
Her whisper reached him at the same moment his body took notice of the soft curves pressed up hard against him. That wasn’t the only thing that was hard. His cock punched to full mast in a heart-beat, primal male instincts roaring at him.
God, she was so tiny and pretty. All he could think of was dropping his head and seeing if those lips were as soft as they looked. Her breath caught, the sudden panic in her eyes telling him she’d noticed his aroused state…and thought the worst.
“Shit!” He yanked himself away from her. “Nono no …I’m not going to hurt you. Honest, sweetheart. I promise.”
*
Oh. My. God .
Daisy’s mind was blank as her attacker rolled off her and pulled her to her feet all in the same movement. She should be scared witless, but her brain had short-circuited when he’d apologized then pulled away. Now all she could think of was that hot, hard body pressed against hers. Muscles. He had more muscles than any mortal guy had any right to, all covered in acres of satin skin—apart from his hard chest, which was covered in fine, dark hair she wanted to stroke.
What the hell was wrong with her? He’d attacked her for heaven’s sake, pinned her to the floor. She should be calling the cops and suing him for assault. So why did she want him to do it again?
“Do what again?” His deep voice sounded loud in the small kitchen as he boosted her up onto the nearest counter, careful to maintain a small distance now, and its low tones did something to her stomach deep down. Shit, she didn’t realize she’d said that aloud.
“Err… nothing.”
She swallowed as he put a finger under her chin and lifted it. The snap of the light switch flicking on made her wince, but he wouldn’t let her pull away. Instead, he frowned as he looked into her eyes. Hell, he was still taller even when she was sat on the counter. His touch was gentle as he looked into her eyes, the expression on his face open and honest. A sense of safety surrounded her, which made her want to smile. She stopped when she realized she was listing to the side and grinning like a damn idiot. She was never drinking again. Ever.
“Hmmm, doesn’t look like you have a concussion. Did you hit your head when y…err, we fell?”
He was a giant. That was the only explanation. What the hell was a giant doing in a sleepy English village?
He chuckled, amusement dancing in his blue-grey eyes. “I’m not a giant. You're just little. Very little.”
Indignation rose as well as embarrassment. Crap, she’d definitely had too much to drink if she couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself. “I am not!
As soon as he contacted, he realized the intruder was smaller than he’d thought, well under average height for a man. Shit, was he being robbed by midgets? Or kids? They hit the deck, and within a second he had the smaller form pinned beneath him, his hard hands yanking the kids arms to the side to pin his wrists. Slender, delicate wrists that were attached to arms, and a torso way softer than any youth he’d ever met. Startled, he pulled back, letting the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window fall on the intruder’s face.
Wide eyes darkened with fear and pain blinked back at him, tears collecting in the corners and threatening to spill over. A small, button-like nose was set over bee-stung lips which trembled.
Oh, crap. He’d just attacked a woman.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
He loosened his grip on her wrists, but didn’t let go. Not yet. While his mom had drilled manners into him when dealing with the opposite sex, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Just because women were softer than men, didn’t mean she was harmless. He’d heard of gangs using women before, but she seemed to be on her own—and either terrified out of her mind or a fantastic actress.
“P-please…don’t hurt me.”
Her whisper reached him at the same moment his body took notice of the soft curves pressed up hard against him. That wasn’t the only thing that was hard. His cock punched to full mast in a heart-beat, primal male instincts roaring at him.
God, she was so tiny and pretty. All he could think of was dropping his head and seeing if those lips were as soft as they looked. Her breath caught, the sudden panic in her eyes telling him she’d noticed his aroused state…and thought the worst.
“Shit!” He yanked himself away from her. “Nono no …I’m not going to hurt you. Honest, sweetheart. I promise.”
*
Oh. My. God .
Daisy’s mind was blank as her attacker rolled off her and pulled her to her feet all in the same movement. She should be scared witless, but her brain had short-circuited when he’d apologized then pulled away. Now all she could think of was that hot, hard body pressed against hers. Muscles. He had more muscles than any mortal guy had any right to, all covered in acres of satin skin—apart from his hard chest, which was covered in fine, dark hair she wanted to stroke.
What the hell was wrong with her? He’d attacked her for heaven’s sake, pinned her to the floor. She should be calling the cops and suing him for assault. So why did she want him to do it again?
“Do what again?” His deep voice sounded loud in the small kitchen as he boosted her up onto the nearest counter, careful to maintain a small distance now, and its low tones did something to her stomach deep down. Shit, she didn’t realize she’d said that aloud.
“Err… nothing.”
She swallowed as he put a finger under her chin and lifted it. The snap of the light switch flicking on made her wince, but he wouldn’t let her pull away. Instead, he frowned as he looked into her eyes. Hell, he was still taller even when she was sat on the counter. His touch was gentle as he looked into her eyes, the expression on his face open and honest. A sense of safety surrounded her, which made her want to smile. She stopped when she realized she was listing to the side and grinning like a damn idiot. She was never drinking again. Ever.
“Hmmm, doesn’t look like you have a concussion. Did you hit your head when y…err, we fell?”
He was a giant. That was the only explanation. What the hell was a giant doing in a sleepy English village?
He chuckled, amusement dancing in his blue-grey eyes. “I’m not a giant. You're just little. Very little.”
Indignation rose as well as embarrassment. Crap, she’d definitely had too much to drink if she couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself. “I am not!
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