I move closer, my steps unnoticed over the thick, warm carpet. I shiver with anticipation of those large hands on my body. There’s something so illicit about standing here watching my handler sleep. He’s never let me witness him at his weakest with all his shields down. He’s breathtaking.

He shifts in his sleep and my eyes roam freely.

It’s as though I take a bolt of lightning to the heart.

Oh, damn.And now I know he sleeps bare.Fucking deliciousputs it mildly.

I stand in silence. It might be as dark as a sinner’s soul in here, but there’s just enough light coming off the streetlights to the side of the house to let me see broad shoulders and a well-defined back. My gaze keeps moving south over a narrow waist that leads to a perfectly rounded ass and yes, I forget how to breathe for a second.

My weaknesses all rolled up into one man.

The desire to be in his arms hits me like a whirling hurricane.

I eye the profile of his government-issued weapon on the nightstand. Maybe lurking through the darkness isn’t such a hot idea. I consider my options as my pulse races. I can strip and straddle him and probably get a gun in my face. Starling an armed man in the dead of night is never a good idea. Rule number one in basic staying alive 101.

Or, I could flick on the light and call out to him. Hope he looks before shooting.

Then again. I drag the edge of my bottom lips between my teeth. I rather like seeing him naked and draped in black silk like some nighttime pirate. It would almost be a crime to disturb such dangerous perfection.

“I wondered if you would come to me, hummingbird.”

His nickname for me is endearing. It’s better thanassetandbroodmarefor damn sure.

His rough, low-pitched voice washes over me and I smile with languid ease. I should have known better than to think I could sneak up on him.

“Are you ever gonna tell me why you gave me that name.”

I can see the shadows of a grin on his lips, but they don’t move to answer my question.

Fine. “You said to use my wings and fly. So I did. I came to you.”

Five minutes after begging him to make good on the deal I held with the FBI he sent through a single line that made me make the hardest decision in my life. To run.

“I could have easily been telling you to run and not look back.”

There’s no malice or judgment in his tone, only a casual note of curiosity. I pin him with a meaningful look I know he can’t make out in the dark. The word liar comes to mind but I opt to say, “True. But you didn’t,” I counter.

The federal agent rolls his large form in my direction to brace himself up on an elbow. I can hear the challenge in his voice. A small slither of black silk still covering him falls to his waist and I appreciate the outline more than just the set of toned abs stretched over his midriff.

I make no efforts to stifle my soft gasp, but I do hold back on the urge to go to him. On the outside my back is straight and my chin is held high. But inside fear of being rejected churns until it feels like my insides are made of only knots.

I can feel his eyes fixated on me when he speaks. “What makes you so sure you could come to me?”

I am on the verge of spilling our baby news so I’m not the only one carrying the weight, but when my lips move nothing comes out.

I’d been so excited, but years of mistrust won’t let me speak.

Gabriel can send me packing and I will have nowhere to go. What if the voice in my head telling me I’m being used as a doorway to my father is right? I normally don’t suffer from self-doubt but I’m not breaking and entering for the fun of it. I need Gabriel’s help and his protection. But most importantly, I need his touch of reassurance that everything is going to be okay.

My gaze falls over warm skin. Shivers of unsolicited excitement run through me. The man is large all over and when I say that I mean there is not a part of him that isn’t thick and hard.

“Gabriel,” I whisper into the darkness.Give me one piece of hope I can hang on to.

“Come to me, my hummingbird.”

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