Page 56 of Devilish Ink

I let out a scream as Lee’s fingers twisted into my hair and he tugged me back against him.

“I said,Iget your doors,” he growled, amusement fringing his tone.

What?

He nipped at my ear as his fingers loosened in my hair. And then he was gone, out of the car and walking around to my side.

I was stunned into stillness as he opened the car door and leaned his frame in again.

“You’re going to fight me all the way, aren’t you?” he chuckled into my ear as his arm brushed across my body to unclick my seatbelt.

He straightened and held out a hand.

I moved automatically, grabbing his hand to let him help me out, as my brain tried to untangle how twisted up my insides felt.

I cleared my throat. “Well, then. Thanks again. Have a good one. Bye.”

I walked fast, heels clicking on the sidewalk, face turned away from the wind as I fumbled in my purse for the apartment keys.

Footsteps behind me and his presence at my back caused me to drop my keys, heart beating too fast, fingers too slick with sweat despite the cold.

Lee retrieved them for me and brushed past me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, hurrying after him.

“Iget your doors.”

He unlocked my apartment door and stood in my doorway, his back holding the door open.

His face was in shadow, but his eyes were bright. The sleepiness gone. No little boy in sight.

Lee nudged me inside and locked it behind us.

I glared at him as he hung my key on the hook next to the spare. “What the hell are you—?”

“Bed,” he commanded.

I frowned. “Are you tucking me in as well?”

He smirked at me. “Bed. Now.”

I rolled my eyes. “You arenottucking me—”

He stepped in real close, so close I could feel the heat rolling off his bare skin in waves.

“Bed. On your own legsorover my shoulder.”

Fuck. I scowled but I did what I was told. Having him pick me up was not going to be good for my current tenuous levels of self-control.

In my bedroom I felt the air heat up around us, making it hard to breathe again. Even as I had my back to him, I could feel his eyes on me as I stripped out of my clothes and tugged on a sleep shirt.

The sheets of my bed were blissfully cold as I slipped under them and curled to my side, my back to him. I heard Lee slide off his boots. Drop his coat on the dresser.

The edge of the mattress compressed beneath his weight and I gasped as his chest pressed against my back and his arm slid around my waist, his breath against the nape of my neck.

“Lee, what are you doing?”

His voice mumbled against the tangle of my hair. “Trying to sleep.”

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