Page 61 of Ruthless

I felt his silent laughter shake his body. Then he helped me off before dismounting himself. Words weren't necessary. He took my hand and led me to my door. Suddenly, recalling the way I'd left my apartment earlier, I stiffened and pulled back slightly, not wanting to go inside. I didn't know if I could face the blood again. The memory of that was still too fresh in my mind.

Rebel glanced back at me, unlocking the door, but he didn't open it. He turned to face me, sensing my concern. He reached up and cupped my cheek with his hand. "Baby, I had your apartment cleaned up while you were at the hospital. Della's, too."

I stared at him in awe. The man was too much! He was a good man, I didn't care what he believed. "Thank you."

"I told you, I take care of what's mine," he said simply, his eyes holding mine captive. "And stop saying ‘thank you’."

I closed my mouth, smiling, because that's exactly what I'd been about to do. "You know, you never did tell me what you said you had to tell me," I reminded him.

I sensed the change in him almost immediately. His expression turned serious as he rubbed a hand over his lower jaw. I got the impression that he was trying to make up his mind as to whether he should tell me now or later. I waited patiently.

"All I can think about right now is getting you naked and under me, baby. We can talk any time." He reached forward and ran his finger over my bottom lip. "Are you down for that?"

Oh, I was so down for that. I opened my mouth and sucked his finger inside. A hiss slipped through his teeth, and a spark glittered in his dark eyes. He grabbed me and pulled me inside my apartment, slamming and locking the door behind us.

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