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Luckily, Trance had been uninjured.
Luckily.
What the fuck? Wouldn’t that be something you’d tellyour...the girl you stayed the night with?Were fucking?
At least, I would think Trance would want to know if it happened to me.
Deciding this was a discussion best had when I had time to actually discuss it, I grabbed my coffee and walked out to the curb where my cab was waiting.
Trance had said he’d take me, but he’d looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn’t have the heart to wake him.
Now, though, I was glad I’d decided to call a cab. I didn’t think I could talk to him about the incident without yelling at him, and he didn’t need my shit after the night he had. Tonight would be soon enough.
Except I didn’t take into account the bear of the man I’d fallen head over heels for to come barreling out of my apartment as if his ass was on fire. Shirtless. With his pants zipped but notbuttoned. His feet were in his boots, with his pants haphazardly sticking half in, half out of his boots.
His abs rippled as he stalked in my direction, and I had an insane desire to hop into the car and take off. He’d only follow me, though. It would be better for me to just stand here and wait for the inevitable.
Leaning into the open window of the cab I said, “I’m sorry. Looks like I won’t be needing that ride after all.”
“No problem, darlin’.” Sylvester, one of my regular cab drivers, said.
“Have a good day, Sly.” I said as I tapped the window and stepped back just as I felt the heat of a thousand pissed off suns at my back.
I shivered involuntarily, and leaned back into the heat of Trance’s body.
His arms didn’t encircle my waist as I figured he would.
Instead, one hand latched onto my left hip, while the other hand went up to encircle my throat.
Not tightly, but enough that I felt a tiny thrill surge through me at the absolute differentness to the gesture.
His thumb pressed against the beat of my pulse while the other fingers wrapped around to the back of my neck.
“You were just going to leave?” He questioned tiredly.
I closed my eyes, basking in the feeling of his body warming my back, and the cool morning air blowing over my overheated skin.
“Y-yes.” I answered.
My heart was pounding, but not in fear, in anticipation. What would he do? Would he yell? Get pissed and leave? Spank me and then fuck me to death?
Okay, the last one was more of a fantasy, rather than a possibility, but a girl could hope, right?
“Why’s your pulse racing?” He rasped, running his lips against my neck.
“I have to get to work, and you’re going to make me late.” I tried to avert his attention from the way he was making me feel.
“Tell me.” He growled.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, barely containing the urge to pant.
“How mad you’d have to be to spank me.” I squeaked.
He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’m tempted to right now, and you haven’t even done that much wrong yet.”
“I’m not into that kind of stuff.” I teased.
“Neither am I. Or I wasn’t. You’ve got me twisted into knots.” He said just before he licked the cord of my exposed neck.
