Bitter Sweet Love. Jennifer L. ArmentroutЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Chapter Four

      Face shoved into my pillow, I groaned. It was early and beyond the four walls of my bedroom, I could hear the soft calls of birds chattering with one another. I wasn’t sure what stirred me awake.

      Something soft whispered down my bare skin. I moved my arm, trying to shove it under the covers. The fog of sleep cleared a little when the sensation traveled along my shoulder, skipping over the thin strap of my tank top. I huddled down under the covers, bringing my right leg up. I hit a rather immovable obstacle.

      The rest of the haze of sleep cleared when a deep chuckle rumbled through the room, sounding way, way too close.

      What. The. Hell.

      Flipping onto my side, I sat up, pushing at the hair that had fallen into my face. Two pale blue eyes framed with dark, reddish lashes met mine.

      “Good morning,” Dez drawled, lounging on his side as if he had every right to be in my bed.

      I jerked back, gasping. Would’ve tumbled right off the bed if his hand hadn’t shot out, catching my arm. He pulled me across the bed, so close that his scent, a mixture of the outdoors and a cologne I couldn’t place, was everywhere.

      “What are you doing in my bed?”

      “I wanted to see you.”

      Was I still asleep? “And you couldn’t have waited until I got up?”

      “Nope.” He brushed a lock of hair over my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin. “This isn’t the first time I’ve woken you up this way.”

      “But that... that was before,” I sputtered. He did the same with another strand of hair. My toes curled at the slight contact of our flesh. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

      “No one knows.” He leaned in, eyes glittering with amusement, and I was sucked back several years. “It will be our little secret.”

      I blamed being half asleep, because I couldn’t formulate a response. I was at a loss as to how to handle Dez. When we were younger, being close like this had been safe. Because we’d been little kids just sharing a bed, and even when we grew older, I’d been too self-conscious to make a move of that kind on him.

      Dez’s gaze traveled over my face slowly, and a flush followed. I tensed when his stare dipped lower. The thin tank top left nothing to the imagination.

      Nothing was safe about this.

      For a moment, I froze. The way he stared at me... well, when any other Warden looked at me that way, I felt nothing more than annoyance, but I wanted Dez to look. A strange fullness expanded my chest and it was suddenly too hot in the room.

      One side of his lips curved. “I could get used to... this every morning.”

      I sucked in a breath when his lashes flicked up. Yanking up the cover, I glared at him. “Keep dreaming, bud.”

      He chuckled as he stretched out, resting his cheek on his fist. “Do you have studies this morning?”

      “No. I’ve finished. I’m done.” All the Wardens were homeschooled and, as with humans, most of us completed our studies around age eighteen. We were provided with a lot of book smarts, but many of us, especially the females, had no real sense of the world. I peeked up at him. “Why?”

      “Good. We can start on those conditions you mentioned now.”

      “Now?” Stretching up, I looked at the alarm clock. “It’s not even seven!”

      He grinned. “You have a lot of conditions and I’m not wasting a moment.”

      Well, I’d kind of brought that on myself.

      “And I also have a condition,” he added.

      “What?” I sat up, eyes narrowing. “You can’t do that now. We already agreed—”

      “We didn’t sign a binding contract, Jas,” he said dryly as he pushed up. As big as he was, he took over the whole bed.

      “What is your condition?”

      My insides coiled tight at the slow smile that crept over his face. “That we complete each of your conditions with a kiss.”

      I gaped at him. “Seriously?”

      “Seriously,” he murmured. “You’re getting something out of this, so should I.”

      “Well, that’s real nice to hear.”

      He shrugged large shoulders.

      “My company should be enough,” I shot back.

      “Your company is, but take it or leave it, Jas. You want to do these things and I want you. And you want to play this game, so I’m going to play.”

      The stubbornness he’d displayed as a boy when he wanted something hadn’t changed. Usually it had been reserved for arguments over video games or wanting to hunt before he was old enough, but never had it been about me.

      My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him. I had the sinking sensation that somehow the conditions I’d established last night had played right into what he wanted―and now he had the upper hand.

      You’d think a Warden, with his ability to phase and turn his skin into granite and rapidly heal, wouldn’t be petrified of being inside a car.

      But Dez looked as if he was going to be sick.

      Both hands were planted on the dashboard as he stared out the windshield of the SUV. “Right! Turn the steering wheel right!”

      I turned right and the car jerked to the side, tires uneven on the shoulder, jolting us. “Sorry.”

      “Maybe we shouldn’t have taken the SUV,” he grumbled.

      I giggled.

      For six hours, we’d been in and out of the car and switching seats as Dez attempted to impart his driver’s education skills to me. We’d started in front of the manor, easing the SUV around the cul-de-sac and up and down the long driveway. It drew a lot of attention from the males and even more jests at Dez’s expense. He’d taken it in good stride and had been laughing up until the moment he’d deemed I was ready to take the SUV out on one of the many back roads that weren’t heavily traveled. We’d eaten a quick lunch and then hit the roads, and that’s when the real fun began.

      Driving wasn’t so hard, I realized.

      I straightened the wheel and smiled as he eased back in the seat, his legs stretched out, pushing against an imaginary brake. “It’s not that bad.”

      He slid me a sideways glance. “You might want to ease off the gas pedal.”

      My gaze dipped to the speedometer. Pushing sixty-five, I gripped the steering wheel as my smile spread to epic proportions. Trees blurred on either side of the narrow roads as I pressed down on the pedal, hitting seventy.

      Dez braced a hand on the car door. “Remember, hands at the nine and three o’clock position.”

      “I thought it was ten and two o’clock?”

      “No.” He sucked in a breath. “Curve. Curve coming up. Slow down. Curve!”

      I readjusted my hands and lessened the pressure on the gas, but my heart jumped in my chest as the SUV hugged the centerline. With the window down, wind blew through my hair and over my skin. “It’s like flying.”

      “Except we’re in a several-ton death trap,” he muttered.

      Laughing, I gunned it on the straightaway and giddiness swept through me. Driving for many Wardens wasn’t a big deal, not after they got their license and it became a method of getting from point A to point B, but there was something liberating in the tires eating away at the miles, in traveling almost