Page 24 of When He Hunts

Okay, he’d just gotten extra growly. And very, very personal. “I’m not sure what’s happening right now. I would just like to point out that I was drugged by you?—”

“You’ve pointed that out. Noted. Twice noted. No,thrice.”

Thrice? She soldiered on. “I was sleeping so, clearly, I was not responsible for my actions and I—” Her shoulders dropped. “Why bother having pride with your hitman?”

“What?”

“I’m notfuckinganyone. Haven’t for a very long time. That’s part of my whole ‘Should-have-been-living-before-dying’ new mantra, by the way. Another part is that maybe I should just say what I think and feel more often. I was always holding back before. Biting my lip.” Which she had literally just been doing.Break the habit.“I was always worrying about embarrassing myself or saying the wrong thing.” A trickle of laughter escaped her throat. “Don’t really see how things can get more embarrassing than this. My captor fled the bed because he didn’t want me touching him.”

“I’mnotyour captor.”

“Fine, my hitman fled the bed because?—”

“Consider me your protector, got it?” And his hands weren’t on his hips any longer. They were on the bed. Super close to her.

“I want you,” Luna blurted those words. “And I had sexy dreams about you so if I was moaning and rubbing, I, uh, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” The moaning and rubbing, anyway. She’d try to avoid those particular acts. As for her dreams? Not like a woman could control her dreams.

He blinked. Ronan had lowered his face so that it was right in front of hers. He had some incredibly thick, dark lashes. And with that beard covering his hard jaw…

Someone wakes up extra sexy in the morning.

“You want me,” he said.

She nodded.

“You want tofuckme?”

She hadn’t said she wanted the man to play cards with her. So, yes. Fucking. “That’s probably a bad idea, isn’t it?” Hesitant. Husky.

“You have no idea how bad.” One of his hands rose to curl under her chin. “This the Stockholm thing again?”

“What?” Then she shook her head. “No, I-I wanted you before. Before I knew you were a hitman and I—this is a bad idea.I’ve never had a one-night stand in my life, and you are not a safe lover.”

“I am not a safe lover,” he repeated. His eyes were on her mouth. “I will absolutely devour you.”

Her sex squeezed. In a good way. A way that had her yearning because maybe all the talk about women falling for bad guys was actually true. Ronan was big and bold and dangerous and so sexy.

It’s because of your hot dreams. Settle down. You don’t want to make a mistake that you’ll regret.

“I will fuck you until you scream, Luna. Until you are begging for release. Then I’ll have you coming and begging for more.”

She couldn’t even think of a response to those words. Except maybe…yes, sounds like a great plan.Because she’d never been fucked until she was begging for more. Was that even possible? Did that seriously happen with people? “Sounds fantastic.” A quick sigh. “Let’s do that.”

His mouth rushed toward hers. His lips pressed against her mouth. And?—

Ringing. Loud. Sudden.

She jerked.

He swore. And pulled back. “Hold the fucking thought.”

Hold the thought about fucking?Sure, right. She could do that. She also yanked up the sheet while he turned toward the nightstand and picked up a phone. He stared at the screen, and whoever the caller was—well, Ronan didn’t like the person. His face darkened before he swiped his finger over the screen and put the phone to his ear. “What the hell do you want?” he growled.

Well, Ronan is certainly friendly to his early morning callers.

“I finished the job last night,” he added, voice rumbly and deep. “Unless you’re calling to offer me a bonus, don’t interrupt my beauty sleep.”

But he hadn’t been sleeping. He’d been about to kiss her. And…Wait. Back up. I was the job last night.

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