Page 61 of Hush (Fighting Fate)

Mitch’s whole body went still, his hands still cupping my breasts. I stilled with him, wondering what was wrong. Was someone coming?

I pulled back so I could read his face, but his eyes were closed. I listened out for sound beyond the closed bedroom door, but heard nothing. I was just about to ask him what happened, but before I could open my mouth, his hands disappeared and he was pushing himself back to stand up.

I blinked with confusion, sitting back on my heels. What did I do? I thought back to what I was doing when he froze. All I’d done is groan out his na-

Oh shit.

It took all of three seconds for my mind to flash back to the last couple of times we’d made out and he’d stopped it. The same thing had happened those times too.

I’d moaned his name and he’d stopped.

God damn it. Why hadn’t I thought of that already? If he was a cop, of course he wouldn’t be using his real name.

His name wasn’t Mitch.

Chapter 42

Noah

It was torture. Plain and simple. To have her so close but not be able to have her was a pain I’d never experienced before. It cut me deep.

Pacing the room, I tried to gather my thoughts and direct them towards the big goal.

It didn’t work.

All I could think about was the feel of her under my hands. The taste of her on my tongue. The sound of her breath in my ears. It was maddening.

I knew I was probably confusing the fuck out of her, and that just gave me another shot of guilt to add to all the rest. Fuck my life.

I turned back to face her, expecting to see hurt and confusion in her expression, but the look on her face was neither of those things. Instead, it was apologetic and sympathetic.

Caught off guard, I blanched. I didn’t understand.

“Kaeli-” I started.

A pounding on the door stopped me. “Mitch! We need to talk!”

Shit. TJ.

Kaeli’s eyes widened, then one second later, she ri

pped the shirt she was wearing over her head, dumping it unceremoniously on the floor. I froze. What the hell was she doing?

“Mitch?!” TJ yelled again.

Fuck. “Ah…yeah…hang on…”

Kaeli scrambled – in her bra and panties – onto my bed, climbing under the covers. It wasn’t until she started unhooking her bra that I finally got on the same page.

Acting fast, I stripped down to my boxers and threw my jeans on the floor with the rest of the discarded clothing. Kaeli threw her bra on the floor and curled up under the blankets in a protective ball.

With one quick look back at her, I opened the door, allowing enough of an opening for TJ to see her. I hated it, but it was necessary. “Hey, man. What’s up?”

He gazed past me to where Kaeli was huddled in my bed and exhaled heavily. “We’re on lockdown. The alleys are crawling with cops.”

I ran my hand over my hair and went for an irritated look. “I’d say I was sorry, but that arrogant fucker pissed me the fuck off.”

TJ shook his head. “No, it’s all good. I’m glad you took the fucker out. You know if he was working for anyone?”

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