Page 64 of Sachie's Hero

Sachie lay down on him, her breasts pressed to his naked chest. She loved the way his chest hairs tickled her skin.

Teller’s arms came up around her, his hands smoothing across her back.

Sachie rested her cheek against his neck and inhaled his fresh scent, committing it to memory. Just because they’d made love once didn’t mean it would happen again. They’d only known each other for two days. Teller might not be looking for a long-term relationship.

For that matter, Sachie had never considered one, happily resigning herself to the single life.

Until Teller Osgood had burst into her life. Now, she was reevaluating her so-called happy solitude and coming up short.

Not wanting to spoil the moment dwelling on a future she couldn’t predict, Sachie gratefully remained where she was, content to stay there as long as she could.

A loud rumble sounded beneath her.

“Was that your stomach?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

She leaned up on her hands and frowned down at him. “You’re hungry.” A statement, not a question. Her belly rumbled as if in response to his. “We haven’t eaten since Ule’s breakfast burritos. You must be starved.”

“I don’t need food when I have you.” Teller pulled her back on top of him.

A moment later, his stomach rumbled again, and hers did, too.

She laughed and slid off him onto the bed. “I’m hungry, too.”

“They have a great restaurant in the hotel. We could dress and go down for a bite,” he suggested.

“Or we could call for room service,” she said.

“I like that idea,” he said, sitting up. “We can havedinner in bed and be creative for dessert.” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows wickedly.

Warmth spread through her at his words. Maybe their lovemaking wouldn’t be just a one-and-done event. Her heart filled with hope.

The voice at the back of her mind warned her not to get too attached to the man.

Sachie pushed the negativity even further back in her mind—at least for the moment. They had a dangerous mission ahead of them. She’d let herself dare to hope for more. She’d come back to reality soon enough.

Teller placed the order. While they waited, they dressed in some of the clothes they planned to wear to the biker bar later, holding off on the doo rags they’d use to cover their hair, the leather, fingerless black gloves and the spiked collars.

Without the accessories, they looked like a couple who preferred wearing monochrome outfits in their black shirts and black jeans. Serviceable, but not inspiring.

Well, Teller would inspire all in black. He wore his jeans well with his tight ass and muscular thighs. And he was completely badass with his black T-shirt stretched across his broad chest.

When a knock sounded on the door, Teller went to answer, checking through the peephole first. “Thefood’s here,” he said as he released the chain, twisted the deadbolt and pressed the door handle down.

The door exploded inward, knocking Teller backward. He staggered and righted himself in time to block a blow from a man wearing a hotel staff member’s shirt over leather pants.

Another man stood behind the first, unable to get past the two men blocking the narrow entryway, throwing punches.

Sachie searched nearby for anything she could use as a weapon against the attackers. She grabbed the ceramic lamp on the nightstand and yanked its cord out of the wall. The lamp was bulky and unwieldy, but it would have to do since the only other option was the remote control. It wouldn’t even put a dent in the wall, much less in someone’s head.

Teller ducked and jabbed, landing some punches where it counted and taking some that made Sachie wince.

If she could get close enough without getting in Teller’s way, she could slam the lamp over the man’s head.

She inched up behind the Teller, dancing backward when he backed away and moving forward when he advanced on his attacker.

When the man pulled a knife, Sachie’s heart stuttered.

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