Page 20 of When He Hunts

“Is it safe to sleep in a hitman’s arms?”

It’s safe for you to be with me.

“I think it is.” Soft. Low. “I think I’m safe with you.” Slurred, as if sleep pulled at her.

She’d been running for so long. Luna had to be exhausted. He should reassure her. That was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? Sometimes, he could barely remember what it was like to do therightthing.

His lips parted.

Luna rolled away from him. His arm stretched out with her roll. Curled around her. No choice, the cuff pulled him, so he had to take the pose.Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that.

“Please, don’t let me be wrong.” Even softer from Luna. “I don’t want to die.”

“I won’t let you die, Luna.”

She didn’t speak again. Her breathing changed, and a few moments later, Ronan knew she’d drifted off to sleep.

He stared into the darkness.

I won’t let you die.What an interesting promise for a hitman to make.

She was sprawledon top of him.

Ronan opened his eyes. He’d felt her crawling on him. Not like he could sleep through that particular bit of fun. She’d started by inching toward him. Then she’d slid a leg over him. Then an arm. And now, she was fully on him. Their arms were a bit tangled, courtesy of the cuffs, but she still made it on top of him. Her mouth pressed to his neck. Her breath blew lightly against his skin.

He stared up at the ceiling.

Hello, hell.

His dick was super happy with this new position. Mostly because her spread legs were right over his groin, and his dick was shoving hard and eagerly toward her.

And she kept sleeping.

His teeth locked. Carefully, slowly, he pulled her off him. And he put her right next to him in the bed.

She did not stir.

Dead to the world.

And she was backon top of him again.

His teeth were clenched so tightly that Ronan’s jaw ached. He stared up at the ceiling. He counted to ten, and that counting crap did zero for him and his aching dick.

She rubbed her hips against him.

Sweet mother of—“Luna!” A growl.

Her mouth pressed to his neck. A definite kiss. So she sprawledandshe kissed when she slept? Yeah, one hundred percent, the handcuffs had been a terrible, horrible idea.

How was the woman sleeping this heavily? Dammit, was this from the drugs he’d given her? Ronan had never seen a reaction like this to them. She was boneless on top of him, cuddled so close, and he should not be enjoying the way she felt.

But, jeez, she feltgood.

Again, he lifted her. Put her beside him on the bed. Several inches away from him. Sweat trickled down his temple. His dick was so hard it was almost painful. That happened when the sexiest woman he’d ever met kept rubbing against him all night long.

Stay there, Luna.

He scooted as far away from her as he could.

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