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With a sob, I called out, "Gabe, come back."
Suddenly, the bedroom door crashed open and there was Gabe, gun drawn, ready to save me from whatever danger he thought lay ahead.
I jerked awake with my weapon automatically appearing in my palm from the nightstand. The need was difficult to shake off, but my arousal vanished as our eyes locked. Humiliation and shame mixed with disappointment as reality set it.
He'd heard me calling out for him. He'd heard me begging… for him.
"What's happening?" My voice was husky as I spoke.
"You tell me. You called for me."
"And you came running?" There was more bite to my words than I’d intended. But the embarrassment was coursing through my veins. It took me a long moment as his gaze dipped to my breasts to realize my nipples were peeking through my camisole.
"Well, I thought your boyfriend was breaking in."
"He’s not my boyfriend."
"On paper he is." He ran his hands through his hair, making it spike up in disarray. "You all right? What's wrong?"
I swallowed hard, my throat thick with emotion. "Uh, yes. I, uh, had a dream."
His gaze narrowed. "Okay. A dream bad enough to make you grab your gun and call for me?"
I frowned at the metal in my palm and placed it back on the nightstand, safety on. "Well, you startled me." How the hell was this my fault? He did this to me. If he hadn’t kissed me back at that gala, I wouldn't be having these dreams.
Yes you would. You had them long before Gabe kissed you back.
"Pardon me for thinking you were dying." His gaze flickered to my breasts again, and he whispered, "Exactly what were you dreaming about?"
Heat crept up my cheeks, and I lied through my teeth. "Nothing."
We stayed locked in a staring contest, each daring the other to make a move, coiling that tension tighter. One of us breaking would cause it to finally snap.
All I knew was I wasn't moving, and knowing him, he was so controlled he would never break.
He licked his bottom lip, his gaze intense as if he could smell the arousal on my skin and knew just what I'd been dreaming about, what I'd been craving.
"If you say so," he said softly, holstering his gun before stepping back out of the room and muttering, "Next time you call out my name though, I prefer Gabriel. Or sir. Daddy works well, too."
With a frustrated scream, I threw one of the pillows at him, just narrowly missing as he skipped into the other room.
My breathing slowed and I lay back in bed, trying to process what had just happened. I might have had a sex dream about him but I was at least secure in the knowledge that he would be the one who wouldn’t stop thinking about it.
Gabe
Since Tate was out of town, Tabatha and I had headed back to Rogues campus.
Tabatha. Just one wayward thought was enough to send blood to my cock.
She had been dreaming of me.
Imagine what you were doing to her in her dream.
My cock twitched in my jeans. “Down you eejit. We’re not doing anything about it. Settle down.”
Sleep had been impossible after barging into Tab’s room. The sounds of her moaning, the little whispers, her mewling sounds. My fingers itched to delve into her hair again, to cradle the soft flesh at her neck. Just like when we’d kissed.
Christ. I needed to bloody focus.
