Page 117 of The Savior

“I promise.” Liam skimmed his palm over her hip and stomach. “No one will bother us. Don’t freak out.”

Maybe that was easy for him. Who knew the places his career had asked him to bed down. But she didn’t sleep in places that she broke into, even if they had the approval of Senator Sorenson.

“Sunshine,” he whispered, “I promise.”

She clung to his promise. He wouldn’t lead her astray.

Then her cell phone buzzed again and her stomach turned. Could it be Mac? Maybe there’d been another situation with Zee Zee? Chelsea’s normal rules for ignoring phone calls were put on hold when they came at the break of dawn.

Liam groaned as she made a half-hearted attempt to reach her purse without pulling from his arm. That didn’t work—and he wedged his leg between hers. The coarse hairs felt rough against her skin, reviving parts of her that she thought might never feel unsatisfied again.

Last night…The memory of how they made love caused her to shiver.

He kissed the back of her head, and her thoughts of the work she was barred from dwindled away.

Until the phone buzzed again.

“Make it stop.” He moved her hair and caressed the back of her neck with a kiss that dared her to do so by answering the call. He nibbled again, and her nipples perked.

“You have to give me a little room to reach my purse.”

Liam growled then rolled away. “Someone better have a damn good reason.”

A chill slipped across her naked limbs, and she concurred when she found her phone. “It’s Mac.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Liam turned over and buried his face in the pillow as she answered it.

“Hello?”

It took Mac all of two seconds to greet her and demand she come help him at the office.

Of coursehe needed her help. No one could come close to her Mars expertise. But their previous discussion had been about as good as this one, short-tempered and bossy. Mac ended the call almost as quickly as he made his demand for her to work.

Annoyance tinged with good old-fashioned aggravation. “I have to go in.”

“The hell you do.” Liam rolled to face her. “You’re on leave.Forcedleave.”

She couldn’t deny the truth, but she also wanted to get back to work. “Even more of a reason to head in. I can remind Calhoun who is actually the brains behind this investigation.” And point out that she wasn’t intoxicated. But bringing that up would only cause more frustration.

He scrubbed his hands over his face. “Fine.”

“I’m pouting too. Trust me.” Leaving Liam naked in a bed was at the bottom of her to-do list.

“I’ll drive you.” He sat up then raked his gaze across her bare breasts and stomach. “Afterwe finish in bed.”

That was a compromise she couldn’t refuse.

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