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“It doesn’t, but I’m also awake and consenting.”
An almost predatory smile takes over Trigg’s face. His fingers spread on my lower back, and he leans closer, erasing nearly all the space between us. He dips his face close to mine, and his warm breath fans over my neck.
“Then give me permission.” His glasses push against my cheek as his nose dances across my jaw. “Tell me I’m allowed to touch you whenever I want, even if you’re asleep.” He pulls back, keeping his face close to mine. So close, in fact, that his lips almost ghost over mine as he speaks. “Tell me you trust me to take care of you, in all ways, at all times.”
His eyes darken, and it’s almost like he has me in a trance.
I can’t look away, and he drums his fingers over my spine, indicating that he’s waiting.
Why does it feel like I’m about to make a deal with the devil?
I might need to have a serious talk with my body, because that thought shouldn’t send a steady thrum of arousal to my core.
Damn.
Trigg looks good with that cocky little smirk tipping at his lips.
“Let’s make a deal,” I offer. “You stop purposely tormenting Hart, and I’ll give you that blanket permission, even when I’m not awake.Butyou don’t get to touch me sexually, unless we’ve taken that step while I’m conscious.” I lick my lips, and my fingers dig into his shoulder. “D-Deal?”
My heart thumps against my rib cage as he dips his face to mine once more. Our mouths meet, and he licks at the seam of my lips.
I gasp, and he shoves his tongue into my mouth. It’s not the most coordinated kiss I’ve ever experienced, but smelling his electric scent and feeling how tight his muscles are only seem to spur me on. My hand moves to his jaw, and my fingers dig into his short, pokey stubble.
Trigg growls, the sound vibrating out of his chest as tongues clash. It gets hard to breathe all too soon, and I’m forced to pull back to suck down deep lungfuls of air. It doesn’t help my head get any less foggy.
I don’t know when I stretched up on my knees to kiss him, but I settle against his lap. His eyes are wide as my eyes meet his, but a sexy smile quickly overtakes his face.
“Yeah, angel.” Trigg chuckles. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Now, you need a few more bites of food before I’ll be satisfied you’ve had enough to eat.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hartley
The jury is still out on whether I’ll be able to find some common ground with Ridge. Hecouldbe an ally when it comes time to deal with Trigg, but there’s no guarantee.
“Here,” Ridge growls, chucking a pair of gloves at my chest when he sees me rubbing my hands together.
We’ve already unloaded one delivery truck of God knows what. Apparently, we’re just waiting for another.
I pull the work gloves on, stretching out my fingers and bouncing on my toes in an attempt to up my body temperature. It helps a little, but it’s still cold as shit.
Couldn’t we shut the garage door and keep an eye out for the next delivery from the windows in the front room?
That sounds like a solid plan to me.
Knox glances between the two of us and rocks on his heels, tossing a thumb behind him toward the door to head back into the house. “I’ve gotta take a piss. Text me if they get here. I might browse to see if there’s anything left from breakfast.”
He takes off, and Ridge sighs, moving to lean against the brick in the garage door opening.
My gut says Knox dipped to give us the chance to talk privately. Might as well make the most of it.
“You think the delivery truck got lost?”
Ridge grunts. “The gate guards are doing a sweep of any unknown vehicles coming into the neighborhood. It’s just a precaution, but it takes extra time.”
My breath fogs the air as I exhale.
I almost don’t even want to broach the subject of who’s after him or what the hell is going on.
