Tank: A Steel Paragons MC Novel by Eve R. Hart

Author:Eve R. Hart [Hart, Eve R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

Nadya

“The French toast is gonna burn,” Tank mumbled, his lips still on mine.

What I wanted to say was ‘fuck the French toast.’ I could have cared less about food right then. The only thing I wanted to do was stay wrapped up in that man all day and that was seriously fucked up.

I was at war with myself, my emotions all over the place and I couldn’t hold one down long enough to close myself back off. As much as I should have pushed him away and kicked him out, I just couldn’t. I found that I wanted him there and as the seconds ticked on, that want started to turn into need. Which was completely crazy and wrong.

“Fine,” I said, pulling back to look into his beautiful steel eyes only to find a softness there. I had no idea what to do with that and I would be lying if I said it didn’t cause some sort of weird flutter in my belly. As reluctant as I was to let him go, I needed to. I needed a moment, or a lifetime, to catch my breath.

Not long after that, we were sitting on the floor with plates full of steaming, hot French toast set in front of us on the coffee table. We ate in silence, the relaxed posture of Noah wasn’t lost on me for a second. He seemed lighter and a little bit more full of life. Now, I wasn’t going to go as far as to say I had a magical pussy, but I didn’t doubt that some of that was due to me.

The weird thing was, I kinda found myself liking it. This giant of a man sitting in front of me made me fucking smile. One that I couldn’t hold back either and I could tell by the way he was watching my face with his own lips tipped up, that he liked seeing it on me.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He was rough and yet a bit soft. An odd combination but one that I found I very much liked. He wasn’t one to shield his emotions and he didn’t hold things back. I’d seen it plenty, not only when he was alone and I was watching but also when he was with me. He’d been through Hell, part of him was still living in it, and he showed his broken pieces on the outside.

Then there was last night when he didn’t hesitate after he came out of the bathroom and wrapped his arms around me. It wasn’t awkward or forced for him. It may have been a bit for me only because I wasn’t used to such intimacy. I wasn’t used to letting someone get that close to me and while I wanted to fight it, the moment he touched me I just couldn’t.

“Tell me something,” he said after he swallowed the big mouthful of food he’d been working on. Okay, it might have been big for me, but I was sure for him it was normal sized.

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