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That’s when I realize how close I was to hyperventilating. I nod and take his advice, breathing in slowly, then letting it out.
“Listen to me carefully,” he says. “I know all this is a lot for you to take in right now, but I really need you to check and make sure that nothing is missing. I need to know why this fucker broke in and what he was looking for. Ok?”
What could he possibly be looking for?I don’t really have any valuablesI want to say, but I nod instead. I start looking around the room trying not to mourn about the TV and couch. Those will be expensive to replace but at least they are replaceable.
I can’t say the same for the vase.
While I'm checking, the police finally arrive. Luke gives them his brief statement and while I’m talking to them, he heads back to his house, presumably to tuck Mikey in for the night. Thank God, Chase is at a sleepover and won’t be witness to this chaos. I want to keep him away from this entirely. Hopefully, I can clean up before he gets back in the morning.
Luke has other ideas though, which he informs me of when he gets back.
“You’re staying at my place tonight,” he says in a voice that leaves no room for debate. “It’s final, so don’t bother arguing. I already made up a room for you.”
I shake my head. “I can’t do that Luke. I have to clean up before Chase gets back.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll get people to do that. First thing tomorrow morning. But if you think I’m leaving you here by yourself, you’re insane. By fire or force, you’re coming with me."
I open my mouth to protest but I’m too tired for an argument right now. Plus, I truly don’t want to be by myself either with the fear running through me.
So, I nod and give him a small smile. “Thanks.”
A tender look crosses his face as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
The walk to his home is silent and when we enter, I head straight for the couch sitting down. He brings me a cup of coffee and I smile my thanks, weakly.
“Thanks,” I tell him. “Seriously. For everything.” I don't know if I would’ve had the presence of mind to take care of everything without him.
Rather than look pleased, Luke shakes his head. “I don’t know if I should feel happy or insulted by your gratitude.”
“Why would you feel insulted?”
“Because you shouldn’t be feeling thankful that I’m acting like a decent human being in a situation like this. It should be a given. And the fact that you’re so grateful means you really don’t think much of me.”
I remember his insulted look when I accused him of breaking in. I feel a little embarrassed now, in hindsight.
“I don’t think you’re a bastard," I admit. “I think you can be a jerk sometimes, but underneath, I think you’re a good guy. And a great father.”
A pause hangs in the air.
I lift my fingers to his face, intending the gesture to only be thankful. But then his eyes heat the minute I do.
And before I can think, his lips are on mine again.
His kiss releases something inside me, something savage and needy and full of feral emotion bursting forth. This time, my surprise is only short-lived, drowned out by a sea of desire that’s been building since God knows when. My lust jumps out of me, and this time I’m the aggressor of the kiss, hands grabbing his hair as I suck at his lips, moaning wantonly as his tongue enters my mouth.
I climb in his lap, straddling him, as a shameless need pounds in my lower belly.
“Fuck,” he bites out in between breaths, before I kiss him again. I’m so horny that I’m shaking with it, and I don’t know where this came from, or what to do about it. But I don’t want to think.
I just want to feel.
“Stop.”
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LUKE
Stop.
