Page 76 of Wicked Sin

Oh, God, my head.

Nobody has ever seen me have a nightmare. Nobody except Luke, now.

That realization makes me want to pull the blanket over my head and go back to sleep.

The clattering stops, and then a strong pair of legs clad in snug denim appear in my field of vision. “Good morning.”

He doesn’t sound hungover at all.

Wincing, I look up. All the way up, because he seems extra tall today. “Is it?”

“I think so.” He sets the glass of water in front of me. “Do you need a painkiller?”

I make a face. “I need to brush my teeth.”

The corners of his mouth twitch, and he gestures to the stairs.

Gingerly, I push up, relieved to find out my head doesn’t fall right off. Then I climb off the couch and go upstairs to sort myself out.

When I come back down ten minutes later, he’s sprawled in my spot on the couch. “Good morning,” he says again.

Suddenly I feel shy. It’s a strange and foreign feeling.

He stands and moves closer, coming to me when I clearly can’t come all the way to him. He brushes his fingertips along my jaw, from my ear down to my chin, and then lifts my face up. “I said—”

“Morning,” I whisper, cutting him off.

“That’s better.” He leans in, soft and gentle, and kisses me right on the mouth. It just about knocks the wind out of me.

If talking about kinky hurt-y sex late at night means romantic kisses the next morning, who wouldn’t want that?

“You’re being sweet.” I tap my fingers against his chest. “Why?”

He laughs. “Oh, so suspicious.”

“Always. Born and bred.”

“Because you make me sweet,” he murmurs, tangling his fingers in my hair. “And you taste good, and I want to stretch out this feeling for as long as possible before I accidentally say the wrong thing and you’re hissing and spitting at me again.”

“I’ve never spit.” I sigh happily and give in to the warm, intoxicating caresses. “Tell me nothing is happening today.”

“It’s Sunday. Nothing is happening.”

“Good.”

“Except—”

I groan.

“Sorry. You said I should tell you that, so I wanted to do as commanded. But it’s not really true. I have a list of questions from McBride. Background stuff, not on the record.”

I groan. “Okay.”

“Just to fill in some holes. And then, if you’re a good girl…” He nips at my jaw, making me gasp.

“Are you bribing me with sexual favors in exchange for being a police informant?”

“I am if you’re into that.”

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