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I cocked my head in question and he sighed heavily.
“Humanity in our world can get you killed, and I’m no use to anyone dead.”
Something twisted uncomfortably in my gut at the implications of his words. “So, I’m a liability?” I started pulling away, but he stopped me.
“No,” he told me firmly. “But the more I let you in, the harder it is to let you go.”
We were interrupted by his jeans buzzing on the floor. He gave a reluctant sigh, then bent down to answer his phone. “Yeah?”
He kicked his head towards the bedroom, and I nodded. He grabbed a towel to throw around him before he went into the other room. While he was on the phone, I wrung out his clothes as best I could and draped them around the bathroom in the futile hope they might dry before he had to go.
I got another towel out to wrap around me and leant in the doorway to watch him. He sat on the end of my bed and already looked exhausted by whoever was on the phone.
Valen scrubbed a hand over his face. “Aye,” he said carefully, like he was actually disagreeing. “We had good intel, Da.” He shook his head. “Kane wouldn’t know where his own cock was if he didn’t constantly have his hand around it.”
At the sound of Kane’s name, my hand slipped off where I was leaning on the door, and I nearly fell flat on my face. Valen looked up at me quickly and I know I didn’t mistake the apology in his eyes.
He rattled something off into the phone that sounded like Scots, as much as I knew about anything other than the King’s English, then hung up.
“Sorry,” he said as he reached for me.
I shook my head as I went to him. He tugged my hand and helped me climb into his lap.
“Do you need to go?” I asked.
He kissed my shoulder as he shook his head. “Mm. No. Da was just checking in about a job I did for Archer. Conflicted with one o’ his,” he answered casually as his lips brushed over my skin, like he wasn’t really thinking – or caring – about what he was saying.
My heart hitched as I remembered what Marco had said about invisibility and being special, but I tried hard not to read anything into it.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you speak Scots,” I said.
“No?” he murmured.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“I suppose I rarely say anything in front of you that I don’t want you to understand.”
“That makes sense. How else are you supposed to intimidate me into hating you?”
I felt his smile as he dragged his teeth over my neck. “How else was I supposed to keep my hands off you?”
“I wasn’t aware it helped?”
He gave a rough chuckle, like it was unbidden. “I couldn’t guess that hating me turned you on.”
I slid off his lap as my hands went to the top of the towel. He crooked an eyebrow at me and I kicked my head to indicate he scoot up the bed. He scooted, leaving his towel behind. I dropped mine to the floor and crawled back over him.
“A lot about you turns me on, Valen,” I told him as I lowered myself over him, taking him in slowly, bracing my hands on his chest.
He put his hands on my hips and seemed perfectly happy to watch me ride him.
“Everything about you turns me on,” he said, his voice husky and low, like the words had ripped out of him against his will, or perhaps just his better judgement.
I leant down so our faces were close and looked at him shrewdly as I rolled my hips over him. “Until you walk back out that door, you’re mine,” I told him. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“You think me walking out that door is going to change that?” He touched the cross at my throat. His cross. “We are bound, Harlow. You will always be mine. His ring – his name – won’t change that.”
My gaze pinned him as we moved together. “It’s a good thing Kincaids never marry.”
