thought of her mouth on his body. Even the parts he couldn’t feel, like his legs and his feet, because watching her would be gratification in itself.
Instead she looked all tensed up as she leaned into the room. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. See you in the morning.”
Not even a good-night. What the hell was her problem? Okay, he knew she was repressed, guarded. But damaged? Why would he, of all people, care?
He heard the shower start. The place had one bathroom, located in the hallway. He wheeled up to the door. What if he came in, took control of the situation? Maybe if he wrapped his body around hers, she’d give up whatever stupid illusion she had about herself and give in.
He bristled at the thought of Greer with his hands on her earlier. Darius guessed that whatever had happened between them was of a sexual nature. Fury slid through his veins like poison. He took a breath, reminding himself that they weren’t together now, even though the big son of a bitch was sure trying. Playing all let me comfort you . Dammit, being in a wheelchair sucked. He could take Greer, Darkness to Darkness, but in human form, his disability made him unable to do things like pull Shea into his arms or step into Greer’s space when he was trying to be proprietary.
Bastard.
He wished the guy would die in a fire. Sure, everyone would think he was a hero, but then Greer would be out of his hair.
What pissed him off the most was their conversation out by her truck. Whatever they’d been talking about looked intense. He was touching her face, forcing her to look at him. Touching her. Darius gritted his teeth. He would never make her look the way she had when she’d come back, all kinds of sad. Whatever Greer was doing to her had to stop.
The sound of water hitting her body brought him back to present. It had him wondering how she was damaged. She kept herself covered, even in the heat of summer. Did she have scars all over? Folds of skin from sometime in her life when she weighed three hundred pounds? He had to find out, because it would drive him crazy until he knew for sure. Until he could see her, touch her with his hands.
He morphed to smoke, sliding beneath the door. The room was steamy, hiding the trail of smoke he was as he snaked up the wall next to the shower curtain. She was making little grunting noises, which made him think she was getting off. Maybe she was thinking of him.
Except she wasn’t. She was scrubbing so hard her skin was red. And holy hell, what a body she had. Not an ounce of fat or a fold of extra skin anywhere. Her skin was pale and creamy, where she hadn’t scrubbed it to death. She was turned away from him, giving him a view of her splendid backside. Damn, she was tiny. It stirred his possessive instincts even more. Stirred his lust, too. He wasn’t impotent, though women seemed to assume he was. He hadn’t gotten many chances to prove it.
He would prove it to Shea. She would come to want him as much as he wanted her.
She turned suddenly, as though she sensed him there. He pulled back, sliding under the door just as she jerked the shower curtain aside with a screech . He was settled on the couch when she emerged a short time later.
She was wrapped in a thick robe, hiding what he now knew was a luscious body. “You didn’t come into the bathroom just now, did you?”
“Of course not. Why?”
She shivered. “It felt like someone was in there.”
He turned so he was fully facing her. “I would never do something like that.”
She flinched rather than looking relieved. “Great. You know, too.”
“Know what?” he called, but she was already stomping to her bedroom. She closed the door.
He looked at the door for a few minutes. He’d be invited in there soon. It was only a matter of time.
Chapter Four
G RAVES WOKE WITH a start at a tapping noise. He realized he was still in his car, parked on the street across from Cheyenne’s house, and that it was dawn.
He