Page 177 of The Chase
“I was looking for the loo.”
“Our bedroom has a bathroom en suite.”
“It was dark.”
“Find one?”
“Yes.”
“Thirsty?” He reached in and removed a bottle of water. And offered it to me.
My gaze jumped between him and the bottle. He twisted the lid and offered it again.
I mentally counted the steps from here to the front door, reconciling with the fact I was only wearing my panties and would just have to go for it.
Tobias’s stare held mine and he took a sip himself and then smiled after taking several gulps. “Was it too much?”
I bit my lip, using pain to hold back panic. “What?”
“Next time I’ll be gentler.” He tilted his head. “Told you I make the kama sutra look vanilla. God, Zara, what you do to me.”
“I liked it.”
“Let’s go back to bed.” He held the bottle out to me again.
I stepped forward and took the water from him and sipped and then gulped a little more, my thirst refusing to quench.
Hand in hand we walked back to the bedroom. We got back into bed.
Tobias rolled me onto my side and spooned behind me, pulling me into a hug, and I prayed he couldn’t feel my heart racing so fast it pounded my rib cage.
I ran through what I’d seen and the stark danger I’d placed myself in came at me like a tsunami.
“You’re cold.” He hugged me tighter.
My breathing stuttered and I realized I’d made the worst mistake of my life.
“I want to cherish this,” he whispered.
It didn’t make any sense... I’d watched him drink from the same water... I fought the urge to let go.
Limbs weakening...
“What did you give me?” My fingers clutched the sheet. “Tobias...”
“Shush,” he soothed. “I’ve got you. Sleep.”
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With heavy eyes, I blinked awake.
I was in my own bed.
Home.
My hands covered my face as memories swarmed in—all the pieces came together, bringing a tidal wave of panic and forcing me to suck in calming breaths. When I’d mentioned the name Sarah Louise Ramirez to him, his expression hadn’t been frustration, it had been recognition.
God, I needed to pee.
