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My heart clenches up tightly, painfully in my chest at her words. “Don’t think they’re doing a good job of that,” I manage to tell her as I head over to my chair.
“You’re not a monster.”
I pause, nearly struck dumb by her words. I’ve kept her tied to her bed for days, I threatened her with drugs, and I made her wrists and ankles sore from her restraints. That feels an awful lot like monster behavior to me, even if I’ve treated her better than any target that came before her.
Her declaration hangs in the air between us as I sit down in the chair, trying to get comfortable. I’ve slept in more uncomfortable places than this chair, but there’s never been a comfy bed literally a foot away from me before. The thought of sleeping in this thing one more time has my neck screaming in protest already.
I look over to the bed, noting that there’s plenty of room on the other side of the bed.Do I trust myself alone with her, though? I could always sleep over the covers. Then there would be a barrier between me and Keyera’s tempting body.
I look over to Keyera, meeting her gaze, and I swear that she knows what I’m thinking because she snuggles deeper into her pillow, sighing contentedly. The sexy, adorable little brat, rubbing it in my face.
I shift in the chair again but I just can’t do it. Not when there’s a soft, warm bed right in front of me. Standing, I walk around the bed, pulling the pliers out of my pants pocket and setting them on the nightstand, far away from her. Keyera tracks my movements but doesn’t say anything as I climb into bed beside her and stretch out on the mattress.
The angel turns slightly, looking at me over her shoulder. Soft moonlight spills into the room from a crack in the curtains, catching her bright blue eyes. I swear I see more than a little lust there, but I see a bit of anxiousness and fear as well. Shit, I didn’t think this through. I never want her to fear me, which is something I’ve never said about a target before. Keyera is more than just a target at this point, however, and I’m nearly done trying to fight it.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to touch you,” I murmur, even though the only thing in the whole goddamn world I want to do is touch every inch of her smooth, heated skin. She gives me a small smile before she gets comfortable once more.
Keyera’s breaths even out after a few minutes, making me smile. These last two nights I’ve sat by her bed all night, staying up for hours until she finally fell into a fitful sleep. Now that I’m right next to her, she’s out within five minutes. Did I have something to do with that?
I lay there on my back, staring up at the ceiling as I listen to the soft, peaceful sounds of her sleeping. This is the first time that I’ve shared a bed with someone. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.
I must doze off because the next thing I know, it’s morning and I’m wrapped around Keyera, my front to her back. Her hair is in my face and my arms are holding her close to me, keeping us connected.
I shouldn’t, but I bury my nose into her long blonde locks, smelling the sugary citrus scent of her shampoo. Or maybe it’s just her. My hand is spread out over her little tummy, underneath her shirt. The silky smoothness of her skin seeps into my fingertips, immediately becoming my new addiction.
I want to touch her ever-fucking-where. I want to cup her breasts and tease those hard little nipples, rolling each one between my fingers before sucking on them. I want to slide my hand up her inner thigh, kneading the soft flesh there before rubbing her soaking wet slit until she comes apart for me.
Without thinking, I pull Keyera closer to me, molding her body to mine. A trembling breath leaves her lips, halting my movements. Shit, this is so inappropriate, so out of bounds for what I should be doing.
And then the angel murmurs my name as she rolls her hips, grinding her juicy little ass against my painfully hard cock. I freeze, not sure if she’s even aware of what she’s doing. “Yes…” she whispers, her breathy, mumbled tone letting me know she’s still very much asleep.
She’s having a dirty dream about me and I can’t do a damn thing about it. I really can’t. I shouldn’t. I absolutely willnothelp ease the ache I know is throbbing between her thighs.
It takes every ounce of my diminishing willpower to untangle myself from her, but I have to, for my own sanity. I never thought of myself as a cuddler. Normally, I don’t let anyone get close enough to me to touch, but with Keyera, I can’t seem to stay away from her.
I roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what’s happening to me. I’ve never had much use for women. It seemed wrong to drag anyone into my life of darkness. What if something went wrong? Lord knows that I have enemies, people who would hurt those that I care about to get to me and I never wanted to paint a target on someone else’s back.
With Keyera though, I can’t help myself.
From that first glimpse of her, I’ve been entranced. She looks like an angel, like my opposite, but I know she has more in common with me than one would think.
She’s the only one who has been able to get past my defenses in the last ten years and she did it within three days. What is it about her that pulls me in?
She’s my boss’s mistress. She’s a thief and a liar. I shouldn’t be attracted to her. I shouldn’t be wanting to get closer to her. I shouldn’t be having such dirty thoughts about her.
So why can’t I stop the urge to touch her? To roll her under me and rut like an animal?
Keyera rolls over, stretching, and her arm brushes against mine, sending shivers racing up my arm and down my spine.
“Morning,” she says sweetly, smiling sleepily. Her cheeks are stained pink, however, and her eyes are dark, still shining with the lust from her dream.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Morning,” I rumble, grabbing the pliers and cutting the zip tie. The things she’s making me feel, not to mention the way my body is reacting to her, has me practically running out of the room under the guise of giving Keyera some privacy. In reality, I just need space from the beautiful, complicated angel in bed.
Fuck. I’m in trouble here.
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