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He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her hair.“You’ll find it, Mila.”
She stiffened.“I hope you do, too.”
A minute or so passed.He flexed his fingers on her back.“I can tell you I’ve smiled more the last few days than I have in a long time.”
She leaned back.“Are you saying I make you happy?”Her eyes glittered playfully.
He shrugged.“You make me feel something, Mila.Whatever that something is, I want to keep feeling it.”
She rose onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips.“I think there’s something else you want to feel.”
He groaned.“Oh, baby.You have no idea.”He caught her waist and lifted her off her feet.Her cozy pajamas smooshed against his bare skin—he’d have to do something about that.Lowering her to the bed, he stretched over her.
Her eyes turned sultry with need.“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Desire scorched his veins.“Same, honey.”He pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue between her teeth, eliciting a moan from her throat.
Her hands roamed his bare back, driving his cock to stretch against the towel.Her legs parted, and he sunk against her.She wiggled her hand between their bodies and stroked the length of his dick, snapping his control.
Rising onto his knees, he caught the hem of her pajama pants and tugged them down.She sat up and pulled off her top as he threw the towel.
She grasped his neck, and he tumbled on top of her.His length slid into her heat, his body attuned to all things Mila.
So fucking perfect, and for right now, all his.
CHAPTER 23
Mila stirred, blinkingin the darkness.Ghost’s soft snores reached her ears, and his warm body was snuggled against hers.The need to pee nudged her further from the sleep that wanted to pull her back into its clutches.
Ghost didn’t rouse as she slid off the bed.Her body ached in all the right places, reminding her of his affection.The man was insatiable.If she accidentally woke him up, she’d never get back to sleep.
After finishing in the bathroom, she headed toward the kitchen for a glass of water.She yawned as she sauntered through the house.In the kitchen, she flicked on the undermount light.She reached for a glass and went to the fridge dispenser to fill it.
The cool liquid slid down her throat.Her gaze went to the clock above the stove: 3:44 a.m.Ghost would likely be up in an hour or so.He was an early riser.Hopefully she’d get back to sleep and stay asleep when he woke.
She placed the glass in the sink, turned off the light, and started walking back toward the bedroom.
A shift in energy at her back made her senses sharpen.A rough hand slapped a cloth over her mouth and an arm circled her waist, holding down both her arms.The sweet scent of chloroform hit her awareness.Panic singed her spine.
She jerked, throwing her body.The hand on her face tightened, pinching her jaw.She tried to scream, straining her throat, but nothing more than a grunt came out.
Her vision flickered.
If she didn’t get free, she’d pass out any second.Terror wrapped its icy fingers around her, but she mustered all of her training.Pushing back against her attacker’s chest, she threw her legs in the air.Her foot caught the lip of the counter and allowed her enough force to throw the person backward.
Her assailant smacked into the fridge.The sound was abrupt but not loud enough.The arm holding down her biceps crushed her flesh.Tears stung her eyes.
Ghost!
The desperate plea rippled through her consciousness.His name was like a song, the notes dragging out as her muscles turned to jelly.
Inky rays of sleep pulled at her mind.She hung on by a thread, her eyes rolling.A movement caught her eye—another person.
“Fucking bitch won’t let go,” the person holding her whispered.
Fresh fear hit her, but she was sinking.
“Go.We’re running out of time.”
