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Damn him. Why am I grinning now? “Something like that, huh? Okay, fine. Maybe you didn’t break in. But you did something and now you’re hiding.”
“Define, ‘something’.”
“Something wrong.”
“Done lots of wrong things.”
“Like?”
“Like getting tats and a motorcycle, then leaving home and trying to find my own damn path. Got into trouble, worked in bars and construction, got into fights.”
Doesn’t sound that bad to me. God knows for my family that’s run-of-the-mill. “Bet your parents didn’t like that.”
“My parents are dead.”
Oh God, I didn’t expect this. “I’m so sorry.”
He says nothing, his expression closing off. His heart hammers under my palm as his gaze goes distant.
I strain upward until I can reach his mouth. I make an awkward job of it, trapped as I am in his arms that are like steel cables around me. I pepper his chin and jaw with kisses, then come back to his mouth, and this time he’s looking right at me, his lips parting under mine.
Trapped between us, his cock stiffens again, poking me in the stomach, and I suck in a sharp breath. The kiss turns hard and hot, with teeth and tongue, and I moan.
He draws back, panting. “My turn.”
I can’t speak. Can’t think. My body throbs. “What?”
He licks his lips, and I stare at his mouth, almost going cross-eyed with the effort. “The truth.”
“Told you.” I’m so wet I can feel it between my legs. I need him inside me.
“No, you didn’t. Why did you run so far, and where you were planning on going last night?”
Crap. It all crashes back down on me—the fact I should go, the fact the house, my house… the house I broke into isn’t available to me anymore.
“Does it matter now?” I twist in his hold and manage to slide out of his arms. I scoot back to the edge of the enormous bed. “I don’t even have a place to stay anymore. I have to leave today.”
And that’s the truth I have to face.
***
He watches me as I hunt for my clothes in the four corners of the room, his mouth a thin line. He leans back against the iron headboard, his sculpted arms folded over his chest. He doesn’t look happy.
I’m not, either.
Clothes. When I get dressed, everything will be clearer.
Right.
For some reason my panties are under the bed. They are wet and smell of sex. Not quite sure how I should feel about that, whether to grin or cry, so I let them drop on one of the armchairs and look for my shorts.
“Ray…”
“What?” I keep my back to him. I’m still naked, and I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling exposed.
“Stay here, with me.”
I turn to look at him, frowning. “What are you talking about?”
