Page 81 of Unlawful Seduction

But for a less exciting reason. The way he was looking at me created an entirely different wave of it. His expression was one of knowing, our intimacy breaking down barriers. Whoever said you could have sex without it changing things was a fool.

Becoming passionate altered every single aspect from looks given to thoughts running through one’s mind.

Forget what being in close proximity to the man did to every synapse, muscle, and nerve ending. Red-hot heat had never been so prevalent in my body.

When he finally lowered his gaze to the cup in my hand, he offered a salacious grin.

I held it out as I walked closer, quickly taking another glance toward the sky. “Coffee? You’ve been working so hard.”

“I was hoping you were bringing me a beer.” He rubbed his arm across his face and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“That could be arranged if that’s what you’d prefer.”

He chuckled and beckoned for what was in my hand. I approached slowly, taunting him by holding out the mug then pulling my arm away.

His look was stern, the man lifting a single eyebrow. “Such a little tease.”

“As you expect of me.”

“I guess I do.” He grabbed the cup, then took a sip, twisting his body to see what Jax was doing.

Jax woofed once and bounded around the side of the house.

“He’s going to be one tired pup tonight,” I said offhandedly.

“Maybe that’s good for him.”

“You really think it’s going to snow?”

After taking a deep whiff, he shrugged. “If the weather holds off, we’ll head back tomorrow. The roads should be passable by then.”

“Oh.”

He took a few additional sips of the coffee, then placed the mug down carefully in the snow. “What’s wrong, Doc? You don’t want to return to that glorious life of yours?”

“It’s not that. I just…”

“Just what?”

Ping.

We both shot a look toward the sound. The sudden quiet was eerier than before.

“Jax, baby. Come here.” The pup didn’t come running when I called. “That’s odd.”

Tap. Tap.

“That’s what I heard inside.” I was still glancing toward the front of the house.

“What are you talking about?” Beckett was suddenly by my side.

“I just heard something coming from out front. There was nothing. Jax and I checked it out.”

“Do not tell me you unlocked that front door.”

I heard the sudden anxiety in his voice and turned my head, looking into his eyes. He was staring toward the side of the house.

“No, of course not. There was nothing there. I checked out the window.” The tension erupting from the man was instantaneous.

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