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And when his forehead presses against mine and I hear my own name leave his lips like it means something to him, a terrifying thought slips through every defense I have left.

Maybe the danger isn't sleeping with Rowan Cross.

Maybe the danger is that somewhere along the way, I already started wanting tomorrow too.

Chapter 17

Havoc

Her gaze drops.

My breath catches when she reaches for my jeans, and I groan when her hand slips inside the open zipper and she traces the outline of my dick over my briefs.

“Gabby.”

Her eyes lift to mine. There’s a flicker of satisfaction there.

Little fucking tease knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I reach for her again, fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants.

“Wait.”

Everything inside me stops.

Immediately.

My hands go still. Monster quiets too.

“What is it?” I search her face, every trace of teasing gone. “Did I hurt you?”

The idea infuriates me.

Not at her.

At myself.

At the possibility that I could’ve gotten so caught up in wanting her that I missed something.

“No!” She shakes her head quickly. “It’s not that.”

“Then what?”

Her confidence falters. Just a little.

But I see it.

Gabby glances away from me, and suddenly the woman who has gone toe-to-toe with me from the second I started sniffing around her looks nervous.

Actually fucking nervous.

“Hey.”

I touch her chin and gently turn her face back toward mine. Those amber eyes that wreck me meet my gaze. Then they slide away again.

“Honey Girl, talk to me.”

She lets out a breath that sounds almost annoyed with herself.