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Possibly, but that was what she wanted.
“Kyle,” she whispered and leaned forward a fraction.
Kiss me, now.
As if he heard her silent plea, his mouth pressed against hers.
Eveline sighed and reached up to grip his forearms as his tongue licked at the seam of her lips. She opened for him, and a moan sounded in the air.
Who’d moaned was a mystery, but Kyle’s mouth on hers again was a dream come true. As if since the moment the door to his apartment closed behind her, she hadn’t been breathing fully.
Now she could.
Abruptly he pulled away, his face blank, as if all emotion had been stripped from him.
“That shouldn’t have happened. And it’s not going to again,” Kyle ground out before putting distance between them and closing the door.
Eveline had less than ten seconds to compose herself before the driver’s door opened and he climbed in. His presence crowded the interior, making the spacious cab of his SUV shrink to the size of a Smart car.
The tension in the car increased the tempo of the drummer that had taken up residence in her head.
Considering the hard set of Kyle’s jaw and the way his fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel, it was clear conversation between the two of them wasn’t going to be happening for the duration of the drive.
Eveline shifted in the seat in an attempt to get comfortable and rested her head against the window. Fatigue invaded her bones, and she sighed softly as she closed her eyes. She couldn’t wait to get home and sleep in her own bed without being woken up every two hours.
Bliss, it was going to be blissful.
Chapter Nine
This is a mistake.
The words tumbled over in his mind like clothes in a tumble dryer as Ox covered Eveline with his comforter.
What he should’ve done was take her home to her apartment, not bring her to his place and put her in his bed.
God, she looked good in it. As if she belonged.
Ox turned on his heel and headed out of his bedroom before he did something stupid like climb into bed beside her. After spending the night in the hard, plastic chair, first at Eveline’s bedside, then in the waiting room after she’d told him to leave, falling into his bed and sleeping for a few hours appealed so much.
Instead of that, he headed into his kitchen and started up his coffee machine. A good kick of caffeine would help him through the day. He’d already called in to say he’d be working from him.
Ox also needed the caffeine to get through the fire Eveline would direct toward him for bringing her to his place and not taking her home to hers.
He could tell himself that he’d done it for her safety, seeing as she’d been mugged, and whoever it was could be lurking around her house. Or that, while Regina hadn’t actually come out and said it, Eveline was still recovering from a serious concussion, her symptoms could come back, and he hadn’t wanted her to be alone to have to do deal with those.
All the reasons were perfectly sound and reasonable to someone who didn’t know their situation, but the real reason he’d brought her back to his place was because he wanted to. He wanted her close. Wanted to be able to watch over her.
Ox blew out a breath as the coffee machine finished making his brew. Grabbing the cup, he took a swallow, the scalding liquid burning down his throat. He welcomed the flame.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Irish was calling him.
Ox shouldn’t be surprised at the call. He knew who Irish was. What he’d sacrificed. It had been why when he’d been tasked with the staffing and opening the LA office of Alliez Security, Irish had been his first call.
“Hey,” he said.
“You good? Need me to do anything?”
Irish always had his back and the back of everyone on the Alliez team. Slowly, Growler and Angel were seeing that.
