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“I’ll pay him back for that. Don’t worry. But he’s right; I really should be there right now.” His eyes roam over me again as he groans. “Even if it is fucking painful.” His gaze meets mine as I blush on freaking cue, and he winks at me. “I’m not going to let our first time be rushed. I’m going to take all the time in the world with you later.”
My stomach clenches and my mouth dries with that promise hanging in the air. He tosses a shirt toward me, snapping me out of my haze.
“I ruined yours. Put that on so we can swing by your place.” He watches me as I smile over at the shirt, eyeing it and considering saying to hell with getting dressed. I really want to finish things right now. “And hurry before I change my mind. Gage won’t be the only one they send after me.”
I quickly tug the shirt on after hearing that, because I sure as hell don’t want anyone seeing me. Thad is pulling his shirt over his head when I look over, and my breath seizes in my throat.
“What happened?” My voice is a strained whisper when I see blood staining the bandages on his shoulder.
He frowns as he glances at it, and he shrugs while peeling away the bandage. “I forgot about that.”
There’s nothing there? I mean… nothing at all.
I stand, letting his shirt drop to my thighs and tickle against the flesh as I move quickly to close the distance between us. He doesn’t move as I come to look at his shoulder.
Upon closer inspection, I see a small, white line, almost like the mark from a healing wound. But that blood was fresh.
“What happened?” I ask, again, completely confused.
He shrugs as though it’s no big deal. “I had a scratch and forgot to take off the bandage.”
My eyes move to the bandage he has clutched in his hand. It’s hard to see it now, but I’ve already seen it, and I saw a lot of blood for a scratch.
“I bleed easy,” he says with another shrug, as if he’s reading my mind. Then he grins while waggling his eyebrows, his usual flirty and fun self coming back to life. “I like the fact that you care though. And I really like seeing you in my shirt.” His gaze heats as his eyes run down the length of my body, and he bites his bottom lip before adding, “Any chance I can get you to wear it tonight?”
I laugh lightly while rolling my eyes, and he grins before reaching around and slapping my ass, shocking me into an embarrassing squeal.
“I’ll be right back. I need to make a call, then we’ll go.”
He jogs out of the room, tossing the bandage in the trashcan beside the door. My curiosity slams back in, and I move to the discarded gauze that has definitely been stained with a lot of blood.
That’s when the scent hits me—the same scent I smelled before I fell asleep. Honey laced with pheromones. I almost collapse, feeling the hunger and desire flame inside me, and I glare at the bloodstained gauze with a twisted sense of need—two very different types of needs.
I lick my lips, feeling a stir inside me again, and I slowly reach for the gauze as my mouth waters.
“We’re about to head to Roslyn’s house.” Thad’s returning voice snaps me out of my trance, and I stumble back from the trashcan like I’ve been slapped.
The hell is wrong with me? I’m a sick, sick freak. Blood hasn’t ever bothered me or done that to me before. I almost… I wanted… Oh, I’m going to be sick.
“Shut the fuck up,” Thad says to whoever is on the line, but he sounds more amused than angry.
I take several deep breaths, holding back the urge to vomit. No way can I explain what just happened if he asks me what’s wrong.
His voice stays in the living room, and I battle the weird war inside me. I. Am. A. Freak. And I need psychiatric help.
“You ready?” Thad asks from the doorway, prompting me to look up and see the confused concern in his eyes as he studies me.
How…
“Do you have another closet back there?” I ask, pointing toward the hallway where he originally headed, happy for the distraction.
He’s dressed differently now, looking like sex on legs yet again. His dark jeans are intentionally frayed in random places, and his black shirt says “Fuck Off” on it as though it’s a statement.
I’ve never had a thing for guys wearing hats, but Thad is wearing a black hat backwards, and I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier.
Then he gives me that cocky smirk that shouldn’t drive me as crazy as it does, but I feel the flutter, forgetting everything else.
“Yeah. I keep clothes in all the rooms. Come on, love. Before I lose control and pick up where we left off.”
