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When no argument for me to put one on is forthcoming, I groan, starting to thrust. Fuck, I could get used to this feeling.
“Yes, just like that, Merch,” Shelley gasps, bucking her hips. Can do. Bracing my hand against the door beside her head, I grip her thigh tightly, pounding into her.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” she snarks. I grin into her neck. I’m okay with that. Angry sex with Shelley is amazing.
Shelley comes with a curse, biting down on my earlobe. Growling at the sharp nip of pain, I hammer into her harder, pinning her to the door as I come. Lifting her head, she blinks away the dazed,I’ve just come hard on your cocklook in her eyes and glares at me, shoving my shoulder again.
“Now,can I leave?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I want you in my bed.”
She closes her mouth, pursing her lips, and shrugs.
“Fine,” she snaps. Grinning at her submission, I carry her through the apartment, tipping her onto my bed, where I left her this morning. Perfect. Where she belongs.
Shelley sighs and rolls onto her side, propping her cheek on her closed fist.
“Tell me one thing to keep me from going and finding your key and letting myself out.”
My eyebrows raise as I shrug out of my cut, dropping it on the bed in front of her. Shelley’s hand immediately reaches out, stroking across my name patch again as I undress.
“Daniel,” I grunt. Shelley’s fingers pause on theD, tapping it.
“Your name is Daniel Marcano?”
“Yeah. You can call me that if you want.”
Shelley is trying to hide a smile, but she’s not succeeding.
“Does anyone else call you that?”
“No.” Why would anyone else call me that? I slide into bed, snagging my cut and laying it on my nightstand. Rolling over, my arms circle Shelley and I tug her against my chest. “Just you.”
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
Good. I’ll be able to sleep well, knowing she’s not going to be snooping for my key and wandering around the streets at night. We’re too close to the South Side for her to be safe. She’s a rich kid from Pinedale. She has no street smarts. She’d be a sitting duck.
Chapter 16
SHELLEY
When I blink awake, I’m not alone in bed. Merch is still here, starting to stir. I seize the opportunity while his eyes are still closed to sneak out of the bedroom and get dressed.
As nice as it would be to hole up here, I have a life. It’s not a very fulfilling one. It’s even kind of boring, but it is mine, and I need to get back to it at some point. After two days, my mom has probably reported me as a missing person.
Oh god. Can you imagine? What if a cop showed up here? Merch would one hundred percent punch them. I can’t have him going to jail for punching a cop over me. I totally need to get home.
Collecting my borrowed clothes, I dress in jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes. Lisa even thought to include a brush and a barrette, so I pull my hair back into a messy ponytail, perching on the end of the bed and waiting for Merch to finish waking up.
While I wait, my eyes drink in his gorgeous torso. He’s tanned – Marcano sounds Italian, so his coloring makes sense – with dark tattoos like seasoning over his heavenly muscles. My eyes drink in all the art I can see. I contemplated getting a tattoo once – the ultimate rebellion – but I wimped out. Needles aren’t my thing. At all.
Merch blinks awake, groping around the sheets as I watch. His eyes snap open, darting around the room until they settle on me, his shoulders relaxing.
I swallow down my smile, my heart thumping in my chest, and butterflies fluttering around my stomach. He looked panicked at the idea of me being gone. I have no idea what that means, but I really like it at a primal level.
