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“Lee—”
“Answer me, Indy.”
Shit!
When I hesitated too long, he said (or more like exploded), “Christ!” and then he knifed away from me.
He went to the dresser and opened and slammed the drawers until he found his and pulled out a pair of those sexy, white brief shorts.
“Lee—”
“I feel like I’ve wanted you for a lifetime. Now I’ve got you, you want to put yourself even more in the line of sight of a crazy man. He’s already so dangerous you can’t make a move without protection and you want to bait himanduse yourself as bait.”
“Lee—”
He pulled on the briefs and a pair of Levi’s.
I sat up on the bed.
“Problem is, you’re so fucking determined to take life by the throat the only way I can be certain you won’t do it on your own is to force you into a safe house, which’ll mean I could lose you.” He pulled on a white tee and kept talking. “What decision do I make? Keep you alive and piss you off so much you’ll take off, or let you risk your life, which, crossing Coxy is a possibility.”
“Lee, if you’d quit ranting and listen to me—”
He turned to me and the look on his face was frightening.
“I’m not ranting,” he said coldly. “I’m very serious.”
I was getting that.
He looked away and started to slam through the drawers again, and I stood up on the bed and shouted, “Liam Nightingale, listen to me!”
He turned and looked at my middle, not expecting me to be standing, then his eyes traveled up.
“You don’t want me to use myself as bait, I won’t,” I yelled.
“How do I trust that?” he yelled back.
Now I knew how the little boy who cried wolf felt.
“I promise,” I shouted.
“How do I trustthat?” he shouted back.
“You just do!” I was back to yelling.
“Do you love me?” He followed suit with the yelling.
“Yes! Of course I love you, you big dope!I’ve loved you since I was five!” I decided to shake it up and this time I screamed.
He took one stride to the bed and leaned a shoulder into my thighs in a body tackle. My upper body fell over his back, lifting my feet from the bed. He pulled my legs around his side and tossed me back on the bed. He grabbed my ankle, yanked me across the bed and then,whoosh, away went the panties I’d just put on. He came down on top of me, his mouth finding mine, his hand between us, working the buttons at his fly.
When he stopped kissing me, his hand had moved and was working between my legs.
“You’re wrong. It isn’t me turnin’ myself inside out. It’s you. You drive me nuts,” he told me.
“Thanks.” It should have been snappy, but it was breathy because, as I think I may have mentioned earlier, Lee was good with his hands.
“Don’t go after Coxy,” he ordered then kissed me again.
