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“I will be right back,” he told me softly, running a finger down my cheek and across my lips.
“Where are you going?” I asked in what I knew was a vulnerable tone I could do nothing to hide.
“I need to speak with Vander, to see how he has handled things,” he said, looking toward the window. The hard lines of his jaw made it seem as though he was gritting his teeth as the memory of me being attacked came back to him.
“You mean… your ex?” I asked, approaching the touchy subject.
“She was an ex of nothing, Evelyn, please believe that.” I nodded before asking the insecure question,
“Will you… erm… see her?” Then I looked him up and down in hopes to remind him that he was still half naked and only wearing a towel hanging low around his hips. At this he released a soft sigh before reaching out once more to cup my cheek before he told me,
“No, I will not see her, for I fear if I do then I will wring her scrawny neck.” I scoffed at that.
“I merely wish to be assured that she has been removed from the estate,” he told me, making me release a deep sigh that definitely held relief.
“Okay,” I said, feeling assured that he would be doing just that.
“I won’t be long, Little Dove,” he said, kissing the top of my head before turning and striding from the room. Then once alone, I flopped back on the bed flinging my arms out to my sides and sighing in contentment.
“In the words of good old Dinah Washington, what a difference a day makes,” I said smiling to myself, and I had to wonder if I also woke up smiling. Well, if not, then I certainly did after finding two things, one of which was the feel of Ryker holding me from behind. And the second,
He made good on his word, only instead of using his belt…
He had tied our hands together with a length of gold silk.
The next morning, I woke with the feel of someone stroking a hand down my face and instantly it made me yawn. My reply to this was a chuckle as I stretched out before opening my eyes to the delectable sight of Ryker who was unfortunately dressed. But this was one of the rare occasions that I was seeing him wearing anything but a suit. Light blue denim encased long, muscular legs, and a navy-blue knit sweater barely hid the rest. The outline of his powerful torso was hard to hide when you were as big as Ryker. He looked nothing short of dreamy, making me question my state of mind as definitely being awake or not. His dark hair was styled back, giving him that sexy clean cut authoritative air that would soon have me squirming again.
“Good morning, Little Dove,” he said, smiling down at me before taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to me. However, when he placed a hand the other side of me and began leaning down to kiss me, I covered my mouth quickly. It was a denial that he didn’t look pleased with as he raised a questioning brow and, damn, even that was sexy.
“Morning breath,” I told him from behind my hand. And his response to this was to first shackle my wrist before forcing my hand out to the side, growling down at me,
“Fuck morning breath.” Then he kissed me and by the end of it I had to agree with him. Especially considering by the time he pulled back, he left me breathless and needy.
“I brought you breakfast,” he told me, encouraging me to look toward the sitting area where I found a tray on the coffee table.
“Wow, I didn’t take you for the domesticated type,” I said, winking at him and making him grin.
“Well, if by domesticated you mean ordering the kitchen staff to cook for you, then yes, I am most definitely husband material,” he said winking back at me and making me blush. And well, it had nothing to do with the wink but all to do with the word husband. But then I remembered one of the things that woke me up in the night, and it was after discovering that I was tied to him.
“We need to talk,” I stated, making him look amused and not in the least bit concerned by my tone.
“Oh?” he hummed.
“I think I better get dressed first,” I said, making him stand and hold his arm out toward the walk-in closet.
“By all means, be my guest.” I frowned at this, before lifting the sheet as if pointing out the obvious problem. However, when he didn’t get the hint, I told him,
“Erm… I’m still naked.”
“And?” His tone said it all.
“And I am naked,” I repeated, making him smirk.
“A beautiful sight I have burned to memory, I can assure you.” Again, my cheeks heated at that.
“Thank you but… I… well, it’s the daytime and I don’t…” At this he interrupted me on a chuckle before covering his eyes in a dramatic gesture, asking me,
“Will this help?” I rolled my eyes before warning him,
