Page 31 of Creed

“Um,” I whisper. “Can you give me some space?”

“Comfortable,” he speaks softly in this sweet sleepy tone I’m not used to him using.

How can I deny him when he’s being like this? It’s been years, and he still knows how to charm my panties off. I’m not mad about it, though. I could have worse prospects. I’m mentally drained after the night or day I had. I don’t even know what time it is. “Shit,” I hiss, shoving him back. “I need to get ready for work.”

“You’re not going to work.”

“I can’t just not show up.”

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Whoever is after you is going to know by now that their guy failed. Where do you think they are going to look for you first or second?”

“I need to warn Tonya.”

“Ghoul will worry about Tonya.”

“If trouble lands on her door because of me…”

“She’s in a safe place. Her and her kid.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I got up to take a leak and filled him in. You don’t have to worry, but if you’re going to call in, use my burner.” He reaches over the edge of the bed and grabs a cellphone from one of the pockets of his jeans.

I put in a call to work and leave a message for Carl saying that I’m sick and need to take my sick days. It’s the best I can do right now. Seth takes possession of his cell phone back and hooks his arm back around me, pressing his lips to the back of my neck. His hand resumes the position of cupping my breast.

“I’m not having sex with you,” I warn.

“We’ll see about that.” I can feel his lips curving into a smile against my skin as he slides his hand down my belly and inside my sweatpants.

“Stop it.” I grab his hand and try to prevent him from going any lower.

“Give me one good reason.”

“I don’t know. Because someone out there wants to kill me.”

“We don’t know that they want you dead.”

“Geez, that’s so reassuring. Thank you. Now excuse me while I take my panties off.”

“Okay.”

“Ugh.” I move to slide out from under his hold, but he won’t let me go. “You’re annoying.”

“Sometime but currently, I want to fuck you.”

“Oh my God.”

“No, but if that’s what you want to call me, I’m not going to correct you.”

“I hate you.”

He shoves his hand into my underwear and touches me between my legs. “Survey says that’s a lie.”

“Would you stop?”

“Nope.” He rolls over top of me, gazing down at me all cocky. “My soul has been burning for yours for ten years, hellcat. I’m not letting you get away a third time.” He angles his head as his lips descend on mine, and I’m powerless to stop him. I don’t want to. He starts out soft and slow, kissing me, closed mouthed. I surrender to him, to the passion his touch fuels inside me.

I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t dreamed of this. Of him a million times, wondering if it’d be just as good. It’s even better. I’m more experienced and so is he. Creed takes his time, kissing me deep with lots of tongue. His hands are on me, yanking at my clothes and at the moment I’m very appreciative of the fact that he slept with only his boxerbriefs, allowing me access to all of him with nothing to get in my way of exploring his muscular form. I don’t think there’s ever been a more beautiful man than Seth Creed.

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