“Fucking as many girls as possible.” His voice carries no inflection.
Not believing him, I roll onto my side to face him. “Well, then this whole ownership thing is over.”
He keeps his gaze on the ceiling. “That would mean fewer boundaries.”
“Good for you. Bad for me.” The light from the window gives me just a hint of his features. I swear I see a flicker of a smile on his lips, but I don’t want to turn on the light. It would ruin the illusion that this is okay and safe. Being in bed with Luke Foster.
“Terrible for you.” His hands go behind his head. His arms are sculpted muscles. My fingertips itch with the need to check to see how they feel. His warm skin, the solid strength beneath.
“Was it a good game?” I switch the topic before my mind wonders what kind of terrible things Luke would do to me. Like hold me down and kiss the hell out of me. Spank me for the hell of it. Pretty much anything with a little hell.
I bite my lip. My breath catches. No one is here to stop us from going too far. To pull us away if the passion takes over.
“They’re normally an easy team, but they have some good defensive tackles this year.” Luke seems to be ignoring the undercurrent of tension.
I inhale. “I heard you got hurt?”
His head swivels my way. “Worried about me, princess?”
“Who could hurt Death,” I reply breathily.
“They definitely tried.” Luke exhales and his minty breath teases my nose.
Something clicks in my brain.
“Wait. How did you get in if I have the place locked up tight?” Panic builds inside me. If Luke could get in, those people from earlier could too. They tried the handles. I start to sit up, but his hand holds my shoulder down.
“It’s still a secret, but no one else can get in how we do.” His hand is hot and heavy on my skin. I can feel the trickle of desire burning brighter from just that touch. Instead of easing me, it makes me more anxious.
“Somehow, that’s not reassuring,” I grumble.
“I thought you were tired.” He shifts a little in the bed, but I try not to pay attention to the fact he’s only wearing his boxers and is in bed with me. Alone. In my house. Alone. He shifts again, probably trying to get more comfortable.
“I was tired. I am tired. You startled the sleep out of me, I guess.” I shrug. “Maybe we can go downstairs and watch a movie? I’m sure a nice zombie film or two will help me relax.”
“Right, while we’re at it, let’s put on some good old-fashioned slasher flicks. That way, you’ll never sleep again.” Luke’s voice is deep. “Maybe we can just find a show on serial killers to help lull you into dreamland.”
“Maybe not.” My voice has risen in pitch. “But maybe we could walk around the house to make sure everything is still locked up?”
“Whatever you need, princess.” He throws the covers back and grabs his jeans to pull on. His hair flops over his eyes as he looks down at me. “You coming?”
Fuck. Yeah, maybe I’ll be able to sleep after a stroll around the house. I push the covers off and stand. He holds his hand out to me and I take it.
Opening the door to the hallway, he turns on the light. Gripping his hand tight, I follow closely behind him as he opens doors and turns on lights. Logically, I know there isn’t anyone else in the house, but earlier spooked me. Enough that I’m walking closer and closer to Luke.
He leads me downstairs. We open every door and walk through every room. After he checks the back door, he turns and grabs my hips, lifting me onto the island. He steps between my legs and tips my face up to his.
“All good, princess?” His hands trail up my bare thighs to rest on my ass and drag me in against him. “No more worrying about the boogeyman?”
My breath quickens as I search his light blue eyes. The hard press of his cock between my thighs stirs the desire these boys have worked relentlessly to awaken. I grip his bare shoulders, but I’m not sure if I intend to push him away or pull him closer.
This right here is dangerous. Luke is dangerous. Us being alone is dangerous.
Earlier, I feared something getting in, but this danger I’ve asked to stay with me. I’ve let him in willingly and now I have to pay the price. The cost might be worth it though.
My gaze drifts over his naked chest. A huge bruise is forming under one of my hands.
“Do you need some ice?” My fingers skate over it, feeling how it must ache. I swallow and lift my gaze to his again. “Does it hurt?”
