Page 65 of Rogue Games

“I’ll mention your request to Alpha Steel when I see him.”

I stare at him, trying to work out if he’s serious or baiting me. “Don’t pretend this is his call. It’s your territory, your rules, remember? You had a whole speech. You can do whatever you want.”

Huffing, I find my new room, trying to disguise my delight at the massive walk-in shower and giant tub. Suddenly anxious to get clean, I stare down at my over-sized borrowed clothes, unsure how I’m going to do this.

Only when I attempt to pull my T-shirt over my head one handed, do I realise how hard it is. Getting them on seemed much easier.

Dean saunters back in, looking handsome, and oh so smug. He watches me struggle for a minute before I give up, a panting, flustered mess, with even wilder hair than before.

Dean crosses to me, rotating his finger in the air, gesturing for me to face the wall. “Turn around.”

I do as I’m told and give him my back, his presence putting every sense on high alert.

“I can’t wait to get clean.” I’m practically giddy at the prospect of standing under the warm water for a few minutes. I bet the spray is nice and strong.

Dean’s fingers brush my sides and skim down my waist ever so lightly, before he catches the hem of my borrowed T-shirt. Bunching it up in his hands, he slowly peels it up and over my head, mindful of my injured shoulder.

I lift my arms to let the fabric slide off but quickly press one across my chest to cover my breasts.

He stays behind me. Suddenly, he’s in no hurry to leave.

His warm breath fans across the back of my neck. When he takes a deep inhale and sighs, my belly swoops low and tightens, a warmth pooling low in my core. I’m naked again, apart from his shorts, and feel completely exposed, like he can hear my every thought.

“It’s a shame. I kind of liked you covered in my scent.”

You can’t trust him, I remind myself. He’s just going to hurt you, but my body doesn’t care. Instead, I stand there, waiting to see if he’s going to touch me again. Or scent me. There’s something so erotic about it.

His finger trails down the length of my spine and toys with the hem of my shorts. I stop breathing, my heart pounding.

Dean leans closer, and I feel the scratch of his stubble on my shoulder as he speaks, low and ragged, against my skin. “You tempt me like no other.”

His chest brushes my bare back, and I close my eyes, biting back a moan as he moves his lips next to my ear, letting his hot breath tickle that spot right at the top of my neck. One finger slides down my back, travelling from between my shoulder blades, all the way to the base of my spine, just inside the waistband.

Is he going to help me out of my shorts too? Do I want him to?

I stay frozen to the spot as he pulls away, leaving me bereft once more. And pissed off at how easily he affects me.

"Don't go anywhere, Jamie. I'll be home in a few hours, and we need to talk."

Home.

Closing my eyes, I count to ten as he leaves the room without another word. The door to my room closes, and footsteps cross the long hallway. I only suck in a ragged deep breath when I hear his footsteps in the living room and then the front door slamming shut.

Fuck. I want to hate him. I know he’s lying to me, but he makes it so hard. I reach out one hand to steady myself and close my eyes, pressing my heated forehead to the cool tiles.

My brain is still trying to figure out if that really happened when I hear a series of beeps and a loud clunk.

No. No he hasn’t.

I race to the living room, with my modesty only covered by my arm, and run straight to the front door, rattling the handle. Dean doesn’t look back as he strides confidently down the path.

“You fucker!” I shout.

Dean doesn’t flinch, even though he can hear me pounding on the door with my fist.

I might be trapped, but he’s going to pay for this.

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