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“And you think God would pass judgment on you.”
“If he exists, isn’t that what God does?”
“Among other things, I suppose.”
He sighed. “If killing her was my only sin, I might be less fucked.”
Like usual, the only thing I could think to do in a moment of oversharing was to make a stupid joke.
“I supposed coveting another man’s wife is also one of the big ones,” I said dryly, “but you’re hardly the only man guilty of that. I think a lot of men who like women have done that at one time or another.”
“Maybe.” He tossed his flask to the floor, where it landed with athunk. A moment later he had a knife in his hand. What the fuck? Where had he gotten that?
“If I murdered an innocent man, do you think I’d end up on a worse plane of Hell?”
I looked from his hazy, half-lidded eyes, to the knife he held, and back again.
“Are you planning to kill me?”
“I fantasize about it sometimes. You’ve been very bad for my equilibrium.”
There were no weapons in my bedroom for me to defend myself with. All I had were my hands and a paperback, but there was no point in making a move until he did. Maybe I could talk him down.
A variety of emotions bled through me. Fear, anger, self-deprecation. I should have foreseen this possibility, but his unpredictability was one of the things I found so ludicrously attractive.
“So, let me guess, you kill me and you take Tarryn? This gets chalked up as a break and enter gone wrong. Do you really think she’s going to believe it wasn’t you?”
“This isn’t about her. Well, it was at first. This feeling I have for you is completely separate from my jealousy about her. One day, I had a fantasy about killing you because I was feeling jealous, but then found myself rock hard. I haven’t been able to get the thought of you and a knife out of my head since.”
He sat up and perched on the edge of the mattress. I had the urge to slide to the far side of it and retreat, but I didn’t want him to know how hardmy heart was already beating, or how my body was stupidly responding to his proximity.
I was naked under my sheet. He was basically half naked, his shirt highlighting every shift in muscle as he moved, rather than covering him. His knife should have cooled me off, but it was unfortunately having the opposite effect.
“You’ve been fantasizing about killing me?” Fear and anger warred with my apparently self-destructive libido.
“I’ve been fantasizing about dragging my knife along all of your smooth, pretty skin. It’s strange how I have no interest in introducing Tarryn to my knife. Just you.”
I froze in place as he shifted closer. As I stared into his predatory eyes, my muscles were tight, but my brain couldn’t seem to process where to go or how to respond.
“Did you fuck that man?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve never had sex with any man other than you.”
“Alex.” He spat the name like it was poison, and his lip curled. “He was too close to you. Are you sure you didn’t fuck him in that sauna when you were alone?”
Understanding dawned. “Did you slash his tires?”
He scowled. “I don’t like other men looking at you.”
Wow—he was jealous?
“Alex isn’t interested in me. He was trying to convince me to go to the bar with him and cruise for women.”
“Likely story.”
My phone buzzed, drawing his attention. Freed from his hypnotic gaze, I lashed out, trying to knock the knife from his hand. He fought to regain his grip as I crashed into him, knocking him over onto the floor. I landedon top of him, sure I had the upper hand between the surprise and the fact that he was drunk.
We grappled, rolling over, wrestling and trying to punch each other. I’m not sure where the knife went, but it wasn’t in his hand anymore. He got an elbow into my solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me, but I threw him backward and he knocked his head against the nightstand, stunning him. We reengaged, and his strength was startling. This wasn’t some sort of sex game. If I let him win this time, he might actually kill me.
