No Limits

No, he just wanted her. Bad.

But she shied away like a virgin. Or worse, like a woman injured. And for some damn reason, that made him act like a damned Neanderthal when he’d never been that heavy-handed with women.

Her reaction to him tortured him, making him want her sexually all the more, but also wanting her in other, less familiar ways.

Ways he didn’t yet want to name. Hell, they’d only been reunited for a day. Less, considering she’d spent much of that time avoiding him.

When the phone she’d left on the table made a noise, he glanced at it.

A Facebook alert. Nosy and not giving a shit, he read the screen.

Facebook 1 min ago

Heath: Who the fuck are you posing with?

Hmm. A comment on the picture he’d taken with her? He wanted to know, but didn’t want to invade her privacy enough to check the phone for more details.

To keep from tempting himself further, he went down the hall and into the bedroom across from hers. He opened his overnight bag and dug out fresh clothes. Shoving his feet into his favorite pair of worn jeans, Cannon cursed himself.

He had a boner no woman could miss. Especially not a woman so skittish and uncertain—a woman who’d devoured him with her gaze.

Carefully, he eased up the zipper while ordering his body to calm the hell down. Knowing she was so close, he had marginal success with that.

He was sitting on the side of the bed, tying his sneakers, when her bedroom door opened.

True to her word, she’d showered and changed in record time. At the open bedroom doorway, she peeked in at him, saw he was dressed and let out a tense breath.

If it were anyone other than Yvette, it’d be amusing how his exposed chest and legs had thrown her. He couldn’t recall any other woman demanding that he get dressed. Hell, if she watched the fights as she claimed, she often saw him in nothing more than shorts.

Of course, that wasn’t so up close and personal. That wasn’t near enough to sense his lust and feel his need.

Unlike her, he’d wanted to drop the damn towel, get her hands on him, maybe skin her out of those damp duds she’d worn so he could reveal the heated body beneath....

“Cannon?”

She’d changed out of the sexy running shorts and into faded skinny jeans and replaced her sports bra and tank top with a red halter. Her feet were bare, her hair wet, her face clean of makeup and still he had a hell of a time getting his dick to behave.

Holding her gaze, he stood. “Feel better?”

“Yes.” Her hand trembled as she tucked her wet hair behind her ears.

The urge to strip her naked pulsed inside him. He kept his distance, working to get those crazy, overwhelming urges under control. “Have you eaten?”

“A donut in the park.”

His mood softened, going from pure red-hot lust to something even more uncomfortable, something like tenderness. “Was that so you could stay away longer?”

Shifting, she curled her toes against the carpet. “I run to help unwind. Whenever I start to get too keyed up, I can sweat off the tension.” She glanced down the hall, one shoulder rolling. “This morning took a little longer than usual.”

Since he did the same, he understood. He walked to where she stood, resisting the instinct to touch her. “Next time you want to run, let me know. I’ll go with you.”

Her gaze shot up to his.

She looked so horrified that he lifted a brow. He’d thought it was being home, in this house, that bothered her. But maybe not. “Or am I the reason you were wired?”

Disgruntled, she started down the hall. “You were part of it, yes.”

Watching the restrained swish of her sexy ass, he followed her into the kitchen. She was wired again—or still—so he let that go for now. “A donut is hardly breakfast. Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

“After we work out a few things, we could go by Rowdy’s for lunch.”

She reseated herself in the same chair she’d had earlier. “I don’t want to intrude.”

What the hell did that mean? “You’re not.” How could she intrude when he wanted to spend every available moment with her? And thinking that, he took his phone from his pocket. “Before I forget, what’s your number? I don’t like not being able to reach you.”