I angled my head to the side as warm lips caressed the side of my neck. “Finally? We only just met.”
“I’ve been watching you.” His mouth moved up to nip at my jaw. “Waiting.”
My eyes flew open. “You have?”
“Mhmm. For days. The way you fill out these jeans…” He lowered his hand to rub my cock, and I sucked back a moan.
Maybe I should’ve felt unnerved at his words, but all I could focus on was that he’d noticed me, and now his hands were on me. This breathtakingly gorgeous man saw and wantedme. That wasn’t alarming in the slightest—that was hot as hell.
I slid my hands down to his tight ass and hauled him in even closer. He grinned against my neck before raising his head to look at me, and God, that stare. It was so all-consuming, made me want to do anything he asked, and I hoped he would.
A flick of his fingers and my jeans were unbuttoned. Then Lachlan took his time lowering my zipper, and my breathing became more rapid. Especially when he parted the material and reached inside to?—
Something in my periphery moved, catching my attention, and I jerked my head to the left to see a tall, dark figure walking toward us from the depths of the alley. He was dressed fully in black, from his trench coat to his mask to his heavy boots, and I felt recognition spark when I looked at him.
Wait.This alley…the masked vigilante… I’d been here before. I’d seen whoever he was do unspeakable things, and yet as he made his way closer, I didn’t feel fear.
I felt anticipation. Curiosity. Desire.
But none of that made sense. He needed to leave. There was no trouble here for him to handle. It was just me and a sexy stranger, who had his fingers wrapped around my dick?—
I looked down at where I’d felt his hand, but it was gone.Lachlanwas gone, like he’d disappeared with the wind.
What the…
Pushing off the wall, I turned my attention to the masked man moving closer and said, “What did you do?”
He cocked his head as he continued toward me, but didn’t answer.
“Where did he go?” I asked. “What did you do with Lachlan?”
The second the words were out of my mouth, though, they felt unnecessary. Because my erection hadn’t gone away when Lachlan disappeared. It was throbbing harder than ever.
I wanted to ask him what he wanted from me, but he moved with a purpose that told me without words. So I waited, willing him closer, and wondered what I’d find hidden beneath his layers. And then he reached for me?—
I jerked awake suddenly. I was no longer in the alley but in my chair in my apartment.
And standing outside my window was the very masked man I’d been dreaming about.
7
LACHLAN
THE WIND WHIPPED the tail ends of my trench coat around my ankles as I stood in the shadows at the bottom of the fire escape that zigzagged up the front side of Cooper’s apartment.
This wasn’t the first night I’d stood outside the old tenement building trying to convince myself not to climb the stairs to the top floor, where I knew Cooper would be sleeping. But usually my common sense would kick in and remind me of the miserable fate I would suffer if King found out what I was up to.
Something that was overridden tonight by the memory of blue eyes, pink cheeks, and a laugh that reminded me there was more in this world than the city I got lost in each night.
So instead of doing the smart thing, and getting the hell out of Dodge, I slipped deeper into the shadows, slid my mask in place, and flicked my hood up over my head.
Sure, I might be making dumb decisions lately, but at least I was cognizant enough to conceal my identity should anyone glance out their window.
I reached for the bottom rungs of the ladder and began to climb my way up the side of the old brick façade, my booted feet as silent and stealthy as the shadows I was slipping in and outof as I crept across the first landing and headed up the second, third, and fourth, and finally got to the fifth—Cooper’s floor.
I curled my fingers around the rail as I pulled myself up onto the landing, then immediately moved to the edge of the building, flattening my back to the cool brick as I glanced inside expecting to find him in bed?—
Fuck. I reared back.