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Jolted back to reality, I blink.
“I asked if you’re ready for bed.”
How long had it taken me to go into full-on fantasy mode about him? Three seconds? Less?
Lazily I yawn. I didn’t think I was so tired, but after the intense scene, the shower, and being warm again, I’m drowsy. And that’s unusual because I spend so much of my time on edge.
Still, it’s early, and if I go to sleep now, I’ll be up at two a.m.
The weather has to break at some point, allowing me an opportunity to escape. I’ll need to be fresh and rested to outsmart Ryker.
“I need to stoke the fire. Check on things.” He props a shoulder on the doorjamb.
Damn, he’s so sexy, I want to climb on top of him again. How can that even be possible? Since I’ve been with him, I’ve had more orgasms than I’ve had in the last two years combined, and that includes the few I’ve given myself.
“We could watch a movie.”
Tempting…
“Or you can pay the debt you owe me.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Stryker
“The…” Her lashes flutter, confusion flickering across her face as she blinks up at me, brows drawing together in a way that says she’s trying to put together a puzzle with half the pieces missing. “What debt that I owe you?”
“You broke position earlier.” I trace my finger across her lips, and she trembles at my touch, the softest quiver that shoots straight to my cock. “You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you?”
I study her then, really study her. The way the light catches her eyes, the way her pupils are still wide from the scene we just played out.
This woman…
So perfect, so beautiful…and hiding something so damn deep it’s carved into the set of her shoulders. I see the guarded flicker in her gaze every time I push too close to the truth. I notice it in the way she angles her body when she thinks I’m not looking, the way her fingers protect the locket she never takes off, even in the shower.
Allie is a fortress wrapped in soft skin, and every instinct I have screams that the key to her secrets is buried under layers of practiced lies.
At the beginning, my actions were motivated by chivalry and the urge to protect her.
Mostly.
I’d be a damn liar if I didn’t admit to being attracted to her the first moment I saw her in the coffee shop, holding her chai like it was the only real thing in her world.
Even then she’d been on full alert, which was another thing that made me pay attention to her. Others were browsing their phones, chatting with friends. But Allie constantly scanned the café without seeming to.
Every time the bell jingled, her fingers tightened on her cup.
But when danger found her, I was done for.
When I had her in my condo, inhaled the sweetness of her scent mixed with fear, there was no way I could let her go. Not when she looked at me like I was both salvation and threat.
And now?
After tasting her sweet lips, seeing her on her knees, mouth open in trust to receive my cock?
Fuck me.
My dick stirs against my sweatpants, and there’s no way I could hide my reaction, even if I wanted to.
