Page 13 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
Chapter 7
Unthankful
Sloane
The morning light is what draws me from my sleep and I blink my eyes open, staring right into a tanned chiseled chest. What in the ... oh shit. My head snaps up as the memory of last night washes over me and a bit of concern and fear mixed with a shit ton of heat, floods my system.
Kaden’s eyes are still shut and his breathing is even, so I take a moment to look over the man that last night made me feel better than I had in fucking years. I want to kiss him again, just to make sure the feeling of rightness had been real. That I’m not going crazy. But this is the light of day… I don’t know what to do in this situation. I mean he’s still in bed with me but maybe I should get up before he wakes … maybe it’s better to be the one who leaves the situation rather than being left? I don’t think I could handle it if he gave me a speech about this being a mistake.
It probably was.
After all, I’m a hostage. A woman on the run.
I’m not positive which one is worse.
I let out a tired sigh and try to wiggle out from Kaden’s grip. Apparently, I was wrong to worry about him regretting last night because not only is he not asleep but he isn’t letting me get out of bed.
“Where are you going, Sloane?” His voice is husky and deep against my ears, making my entire body break out in shivers as his large hand skims my hip and cups my ass, reminding me that I’m still naked from the waist down.
“I was going to get up,” I murmur as he lets out a low sound of disagreement before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer, plastering me to his chest.
Before he can say anything the door unlocks, someone clearly picking it, and then opens, both of our eyes trailing over Royce. His brows shoot up at how we’re plastered together and a twinge of pain grasps my heart at the way his jaw clenches and his eyes dart away from me.
“I just wanted to talk to you two before the start of the day.” He says with his intense green eyes trained mainly on Kaden. The man holding me to his chest sits up and presses a kiss to my forehead, rolling out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. Royce and I watch him silently.
Immediately after the door closes and the shower is turned on, Royce speaks to me.
“Did he take advantage of you?” His voice is soft and concerned, tinged with … possessiveness?
My eyes crawl over his shirtless form. Sweet Christ. He walks over and crouches down, his attempt to minimize the size of his frame almost comforting. I don’t think Royce wants to scare me and he seems to go out of his way to ensure that I feel comfortable. Hell, if being a hostage was a spa treatment, I would be getting the VIP Deluxe special. From these two at least. Blaine isn’t half bad either. And I admit to myself that River is a legit hottie, if he wasn’t determined that they should ‘solve their hostage situation’ by killing me.
“No.” I speak honestly, my throat a bit raspy from screaming last night.
His jaw is clenched as he nods, standing up. I place a hand on his shoulder and immediately his focus is back on me. “I … I woke up last night. I had a nightmare and I was screaming, but he was able to calm me down. He didn’t take advantage of me, Royce.”
Royce’s gorgeous eyes soften as he squeezes my hand, an odd look on his face. Possessiveness is still there but there’s also a relief filled shadow. Maybe relief that someone was able to calm me down? I’m not sure, the man is a bit confusing and I can’t read his many silences.
“I’m making breakfast and we’re ordering in for Thanksgiving, take your time up here. He states softly before standing up. I watch him walk away and nibble on my bottom lip, deep in thought. Blaine walks in only moments later, his grey eyes looking over my messy hair and sleepy expression. He drops a bag on the bed and explains.
“I was able to pick up a few items for you … I don’t know how long we’re going to be here. I hope everything fits.”He grins. “You’re a tiny thing though, so this stuff may still be a bit too large.”
I ask the question that immediately comes to mind. “So does that mean that you aren’t going to off me?” It’s meant to be a bit teasing but Blaine becomes immediately serious and his lips twist thoughtfully.
“I have no intention of offing you.” He whispers and stands, following his brother out of the room. Alright, so he doesn’t want to kill me either? This day is definitely looking up, folks.
Kaden walks out then, a towel is tied around his waist and his eyes immediately find mine. My mouth goes dry as I look over his perfectly toned body that still has water droplets running down it. I want to lick them off him. Christ. How is this man single?
My thoughts freeze at that, I don’t actually know if he’s single, I have no idea if any of them have girlfriends. After all, Blaine and Royce both came back from last night’s party with lipstick on their collars.
“Sloane.” Kaden’s voice is warm as he crouches down in front of me. How the fuck did I miss him changing? That’s sad. Although the low hanging athletic pants he wears still showcase his spectacular body.
“Yeah?” I ask, quietly searching his gaze.
“Where did you go?” He asks with his hand coming to cup my cheek.
I press my lips together and offer him a tight smile. “Just haven’t had coffee,” I state, trying to get away from his probing gaze. Because I’m not about to talk about relationship insecurities with my kidnapper. Just saying. I stand and he follows, watching me carefully as I lift the shopping bag and walk toward the bathroom, or try to. I’m pulled back in a quick movement to be plastered against his chest yet again, the bag dropping to the floor as he dips his lips down to press against mine.
Immediately, my body lights up and my hands sink into his wet, messy hair as his large hands cup my ass and pull me tighter against his hard body and even harder cock. Holy crap. This man’s making me dizzy. I pull back and inhale, his eyes are searching mine as he breaks into a stunning smile, pressing a kiss to my nose before striding out of the room with a shirt over his muscular forearms.
