Free Camouflage (Predator and Prey #1) by Angelica Chase Page B

him. I was entranced at the hard muscles of his back, his full rounded tight ass, thick thighs and the deep crease of his muscled calves. “So, how have you been?” He turned to me with a dazzling white smile, the water running through his dark hair and outlining his exotic features so beautifully I had to fight to keep my wits about me.
    “Last time I spoke, I scared you away. You sure you won’t take offense to anything I say?” I smarted, giving him attitude. An attitude I swore I would try to keep in check the next time one or both of us was naked and in close proximity.
    Fear was something I held onto dearly to protect and remind myself that I was still alive, and yet even with a second security breach, it struck me I wasn’t afraid of him.
    “You should be,” he said smoothly as I let my eyes wander to where his hands roamed.
    “Get out of my head, Jesus,” I pleaded, throwing my shades on the counter. I waited patiently for him to speak as he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, the scent of his soap and steam wafting through the air. Sex clenching, he moved past me to grab a towel and I moved aside.
    My mouth refused to keep its words. “Clearly you enjoy seeing me irritated.”
    “Women always play dumb to what they agree to with a cock buried deep inside them,” he mused, wiping his chest then starting on his legs.
    “I know nothing about you.” Digging in, I stood my ground. “I’m fine with your damn rules but this is invasion of privacy.”
    “You have three more guns in the house,” he said without hesitation. “I am a man who has to be aware of his surroundings. That is not something I am willing to stay curious about.”
    “Ask,” I hissed as he pushed past me, wrapping the towel around his waist.
    “It is not that simple, Taylor.” He pulled his suitcase from the floor and opened it, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt. He looked up at me. “Your dress will do.”
    Raising my brow, I turned my head in a ‘come again’ gesture. “Your clothes ...they will do.”
    “Oh, thank you,” I said, using my southern accent heavily as I placed my hand on my chest.
    He put his hands on his hips to mock me. It looked ridiculous and I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me. He smiled and took my breath. “I’m guessing bitchy doesn’t look good on me, either.” I narrowed my eyes as his smile deepened. “I could still grab that gun and piss you off,” I mused, unable to stop the smile that crept across my face.
    “You could, but would you not rather find out what I have planned for you tonight?” His accent was so thick, his voice deep. This strange, beautiful, foreign man was tickling my senses, dizzying me and making my heart beat a little faster. So, without hesitation, I answered, “Yes.”
    I asked Daniello for a moment and decided I needed my own shower. I picked up his soap and took a huge whiff as my eyes darted through the glass doors to make sure he didn’t see. It smelled divine and I couldn’t place it. It was masculine but fresh with a hint of what I thought was mint. I dropped it when I heard his voice.
    “I brought you a gift, you ungrateful bitch,” he joked from the kitchen, his accent battering the words.
    “Sucker,” I joked back as if we had been doing this routine for years. Maybe he had. Maybe it was his norm. I admitted to myself then I had no idea what territory we were in. This was completely out of the norm for me.
    “You should know this is my last attempt at gift giving,” he said, much too far away. I made quick work of changing into a casual sundress and wedge heels, applied light makeup, and twisted my wet hair into a tight bun.
    I joined Daniello in the kitchen as I saw he had a bottle of wine poured and handed me a glass.
    I took it with a polite thank you and sipped it eagerly to calm my nerves. Fucking him would be easier than casual conversation. As usual, he caught on quickly.
    “Relax.” He nodded at my glass. “What