Page 90 of With A Little Luck
“You didn’t have to get up,” he says in a low, playful rumble that sends a shiver down my spine.
“I don’t mind.” I smile and make my way around the counter to get closer to him. “I was going to help carry it in, but Knox assured me you had it. He had his bags… Is he leaving?”
“He is.” Trigg puts the bags down and grabs something black out of one of them. He drops it on the counter and moves the bags to block my view of it. “We’ve decided, because of our proximity to the restaurant, and just to be on the safe side, Knox will be staying with Sutton to keep an eye on her. Easton will bring in another team to help out, but she seems at ease with Knox. They spent several hours this afternoon flirting.”
“You were at the restaurant?” I ask, frowning.
It’s the most ridiculous of all overreactions, but I hate the idea of anyone else serving him.
Trigg chuckles. “For the record, my sandwich didn’t taste anywhere close to as delicious as it does when you serve it.” He snakes an arm around my lower back, pulling me close to his front. “Did you have a good day, angel? I missed you terribly.”
“I missed you too,” I admit, burying my face in his vest.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, running his hand down my spine. “I’m afraid I should shower before I can feed you. It’s been a long day.”
There’s a strange smell that clings to his clothing, but mentioning it seemed rude. Everything in me wants to ask if he was able to handle the problem of whoever is after Ridge.
Only, I’m not sure Ireallywant to know that kind of thing. I’ve always been a smidgen on the nosy side, but I firmly believe there are things I don’t need to know…
One of those is if he killed a bunch of people today or broke any laws. It would only make me worry.
“I can wait until after you have a chance to clean up. I’m not starving or anything.” My nostrils flare, breathing in his electric scent mixed with whatever that other smell is. His pheromoneshit me just as hard as they always do, making me feel floaty and a little disconnected from reality.
“Perfect, I’ll take a quick shower and meet you back down here. How does that sound?” he asks.
“Or I could come up with you, and we could take a shower together.” The words slip out before I can stop myself, and my teeth dig into my lower lip.
Trigg’s head tilts. “You’d like to join me in the shower?”
I nod.
“Well, then, let’s go.”
My eyelids flutter as Trigg helps me out of my dress in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have run into the pack bedroom to grab something to wear after our shower.
His warm skin teases mine as he reaches around to help with my bra. I should have pushed for him to get me out of my leggings and underwear first, since they would have been hidden. There really aren’t cute maternity underwear, at least none that are functional.
He fumbles with my bra, and I smile, focusing on the three buttons on his vest. With his arms wrapped around me, his scent is everywhere, which only makes thinking clearly even harder. He made sure to strip out of his jacket and shoes in the bedroom while I got the shower running, and something tells me he was trying to keep me from seeing an arsenal of weapons.
Trigg grins as he finally manages the hooks on my bra. “That was more complicated than I expected.”
I laugh and revel in my own victory of getting his vest unbuttoned. My bra straps fall down my arms, and I step backto shake out of it. Trigg removed his glasses when he took off his coat, and he looks different without them. He’s always handsome. It just makes his dark eyes even more intense.
His pointy canines dig into his lip as I toss my bra into the laundry hamper. I’m going to have to stop by my house sometime soon to gather more clothes and supplies.
Trigg keeps his eyes on mine while working the buttons on his shirt, but I don’t have the self-control that he possesses. My eyes greedily skim down his chest with each popped button.
To keep myself busy, I thumb the top of my leggings and underwear, pushing them down in one quick go. I’ve gotten very good at using my toes for picking things up, since my center of gravity is off, but it takes three tries to pick up the pile of clothing, and I nearly tumble over as I bend to grab it from my toes.
Trigg growls, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his chest. “Careful, angel.” My nipples brush his strong chest as he reaches one long arm down to pluck the clothing from my hold. He tosses it into the laundry basket, and all I can seem to focus on is his warm skin against mine and how heavy his stormy scent is in the air.
He shrugs out of his button-down and vest. So many well-defined lines of muscle. He has wings and the wordsKing of Heartsacross his chest and sleeves that twine down both arms, but there are no tattoos on his stomach or sides. Although, he does have several white inch-long scars littering his abdomen.
“Trigg…” I gasp, brushing my fingers over the one a few inches under his heart. “What happened here?”
“My mentor taught me a lesson.” He shrugs and loops his arms under mine to work his belt and eventually the button and zipper on his dress pants. “I missed the heart exactly one time. It was a very effective exercise. Well, that and the ridiculous nickname that he forced on me because of my failure.”
My eyes widen, and I choke out, “What?”
