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He moved to the sink first, pulled a dish towel from a small stack on the counter, dampened it, then tossed it to her.
“Clean your face. ”
She felt her stomach heave at the thought of the blood that had sprayed over her. It was on her face, her clothes. She scrubbed at her flesh quickly, harshly, hoping she managed to clean it away as he stared at her.
He tilted the bottle of beer to his lips and drank deeply, his gaze never leaving hers.
He had stripped the bulletproof vest, but he still wore the shoulder holster and weapon. His black T-shirt stretched over his wide chest and thick biceps. Black jeans rode low on his hips and outlined long, muscular legs and a more than impressive bulge.
“You’re clean,” he announced, holding his hand out. “
Give me the towel. ”
Her gaze jerked from that area. It was more than obvious he was aroused, ready for her. And she hated admitting that her body had been ready for his since the moment he asked her if she was willing to spread herself for him alone.
She tossed the towel back to him, ignoring his mocking grin as he caught it and dumped it in the sink.
She was insane. She should have run from him while she had the chance.
“One night,” she whispered. “That’s all. ”
The bottle was smacked on the bar top so hard beer sloshed from the top, and Crista jumped at the sound.
“You aren’t making the deal here,” he informed her, his expression hardening. “You didn’t catch me possibly breaking the law and consorting with criminals, Crista. I caught you, remember?”
Her fingernails dug into the leather of her purse.
“And I know what you want in exchange for my freedom,” she snapped back. “Fine, you want to fuck. You want something you haven’t been able to con me out of this year: my body. You can have it.
For one night. ”
“And if I want more than one night?” The black velvet tone of his voice had a tremor quaking through her womb, clenching at the muscles of her stomach as she stared back at him in shock.
“Why would you want more than one night?” She shook her head in confusion. “How many women have you kept more than one night, Dawg?”
She still had friends she had kept in Somerset, and they liked to gossip. Dawg was as newsworthy now as he had been eight years ago.
“You aren’t every other woman, Crista,” he drawled. “I’ve never had to chase one for eight years before. It’s built up a hunger. One that I doubt one night is going to sate. ”
She blinked back at him in shock. She had expected what he wanted, but she hadn’t expected this. One night she could handle. More than one night?
“How many nights?” She kept her voice from trembling, barely.
Dawg’s expression hardened further. “I haven’t decided. ”
“You haven’t decided? So I’m supposed to just be ready and available for you whenever you get a hard-on?”
Mocking consideration filled his face then. He nodded slowly. “That would work for me. ”
Crista clenched her teeth and calculated how long she still had to wait before Alex returned. He had been gone three months. Her last conversation with him, he had indicated that he could return within the next few weeks.
Could she handle being Dawg’s lover that long? Could she walk away with her soul if she did?
“Don’t think about it too damned hard,” he bit out irritably. “I might change my mind. ”
Crista wrapped her arms over her breasts and stilled the anger beginning to rise inside her. She couldn’t afford to be angry at this point; she had to think. Dawg always managed to mess up her mind.
She couldn’t afford to let him do it this time.
