Page 23 of When He Hunts

Chapter Five

She woke up handcuffed,again.

When her eyes opened, the first thing that Luna saw was the cuff around her wrist. Her breath blew out on a heavy exhale. Right, because the events of last night had not just been some very, very bad dream. Unfortunately. She was, in fact, cuffed in a hitman’s bed.

And maybe I had some slightly sexual dreams about the hitman last night. And his handcuffs…

Slightly sexual?

Ahem. Luna swallowed. She tugged on the cuffs. “Uh, Ro—” Her voice broke off because she’d just realized that the other cuff was hooked to the brass headboard. Not to Ronan. Her body twisted and heaved, and she realized that she was alone in the big bed. Alone, cuffed, and suddenly terrified.

He left me cuffed in the bed?“Ronan!” Luna shouted.

His head popped up beside the bed. Wincing, he demanded, “What?”

She blinked. She’d sat up in the bed but now she hunched over the side to better see Ronan as he glowered at her from his position on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” Luna asked him.

He kept glowering. “Not here by choice, princess. Not by choice.”

Well, sure he was there by choice. Not like she’d made the man sleep on the floor, and that certainly appeared to be exactly what he’d done. “Why did you sleep on the floor? I thought you were staying in the bed with me.”

His dark hair was tousled, as if he’d raked his fingers through it over and over again. His eyes burned, but he had a slightly haggard—maybe even hungry—look about him as he pinned her with his gaze. “Staying in bed with you isn’t exactly easy.”

Her cheeks stung with embarrassment. Those words sure sounded like an insult.

“You…sprawl.”

Her fingers plucked at the sheet. It had fallen near her waist. “I warned you about that tendency.”

He shot to his feet. At the move, her head whipped up as she straightened, and suddenly, his bare chest and abs were basically right in front of her face.Oh, there is no basically about it.That twelve pack of his was right there.

“Just how often do you work out?” she whispered.

His hands went to his hips. “You crawled on me three times last night.”

Another light pluck at the sheet by her restless fingers. “I don’t remember that. Sorry?”

“You licked my neck.”

She hadnot.Had she? “I tend to be a heavy sleeper.”

“You rubbed those tight nipples of yours against me over and over again.”

Her cheeks weren’t stinging. They were flaming. So hot that she was surprised smoke didn’t start drifting in the air around her. Luna cleared her throat. “In my defense, you did drug me, so I was probably sleeping even deeper than I normally do.”

“You rocked against my dick.”

She bit her lower lip. For a moment, she considered just yanking that sheet up over her head. But hiding wouldn’t help things. “I didn’t.”Please, say I didn’t.

“Youdid.And then youmoanedmy name.”

Considering the snippets of her, ah, sexual dreams that she recalled, that bit of news certainly tracked. “Again, I was drugged.”

His expression turned even more savage. “You do that shit with everyone you sleep with?”

A shake of her head. “Told you, I don’t sleep with many people.”

“Do youfuckmany people?”

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