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I want—
One look at him has me doubting everything I’ve convinced myself of over the last twelve months.
“Just in case,” he says.
He comes toward me slowly, prowling, his muscles rippling beneath the overly tight material of his shirt.
“In case? In case what?”
“In case anyone gets the stupid idea to come after us.”
Us.
“The badass detective and the asshole killer,” he says with a slight grin. “What a pair we make.”
He’s so close now. Close enough for me to breathe him into my lungs and remember how desperately I’ve missed him. Gabriel takes the gun from my loose grip and tosses it aside, running his fingers through my hair.
“You always say the sweetest things,” I say ruefully.
HIs eyes are glittering emerald chips. “Unfortunately for you, Layla Sinclair, there is only one fucking woman psychotic enough to give me what I need. And I escaped my chains to find her. I’m hoping we can find a new way. Together.”
Oh God. Together.
The one desperate hope I’ve been too terrified to even think about this past year and he’s just said it out loud.Together.
I always figured it would be impossible to see him again, this relic from my old life and the object of my nightly fantasies.
I clear my throat a little nervously. “What makes you think I'm still interested?”
I’m not sure what I want him to say or how I expect this to go. The fact that he’s here is a miracle in itself and there are a thousand questions in my head. How did he break away from Broderick? How did he find me when I’ve been so good at covering my tracks?
Where does he want to go?
Because damn me straight to hell, but now that I see him again, I know wherever he wants to go I’ll follow. To the ends of the earth or straight down into the abyss, just to be with him. I’ve never been the Starbucks and flowers type. Gabriel Blackwell reminds me why.
His hand travels from my scalp down the line of my jaw, my neck, past my breast and down my thigh as I tremble beneath his touch. He slides his fingers underneath the waistband of my yoga pants and straight to my core, then he dips a finger into me.
“Your body tells me more than your mouth. It always has, sweetheart. You give yourself away every time.”
He crooks his finger through my folds, thumb circling my clit, and I shudder.
“Fuck you,” I manage to get out. There’s only heat behind the words and none of the threat.
At the end of the day…he’s still a killer. No matter who we are or where, he is who he is. The question now becomes whether I can accept that or not, when I still think of myself as a detective. A person dedicated to upholding the law and making sure there is some kind of order to temper the chaos.
He touches me slowly, reverently, his fingers exploring for the spots that will make me breathless. I want to see him. To feel his skin and know that he is actually here. Real and solid.
This dark, forbidden creature.
I yank at his shirt but he grabs my wrists, keeping me from touching him.
“Not yet,” he murmurs. He concentrates on moving slowly, hooking his fingers inside me. “You’re so wet already. Soft, and hot as sin.”
I clench around him, whimpering. “I need to touch you.”
“Soon but not yet.” The steel of his order is hidden in the softness of his voice and I want nothing more than to get down on my knees for him. Only him.
Gabriel reaches down to hook my leg and lift it to gain better access to my core.
