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The only sound in the room is our ragged breathing as we try to calm our racing hearts. When I feel Rue tense, I tighten my hold, not ready for her to slip away from me.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” she chokes out.
I skim my finger across her eyebrow and down the slope of her nose to her lips. “You get the shot, and we’re both clean. I would never do anything to harm you.”
She nods but doesn’t relax, her thoughts taking her somewhere I don’t want her to go. I distract her, trying to keep her with me in the here and now, at least until the sun comes up and she leaves me again.
“T-shirt off. This time, I’m going to come all over your tits before you suck me off. I did nothing but dream about having your lips wrapped around my cock while I was away.”
I expect her to fight me, but I think I’ve shocked her into compliance. She sits up and pulls the T-shirt over her head, leaving herself completely bare.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I growl, crawling over her. I come on her tits like I promised and have her suck me off after I go down on her and eat her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
By the time we’re done, the early morning light is beginning to filter into the room. She’s sprawled across my chest, asleep. I study her face for a moment, taking in the cut along her hairline—the only outward sign that something happened to her—and wonder where we go from here.
I know Rue’s first instinct is to run. What she doesn’t understand yet is that if she runs, I’ll chase her.
Chapter Ten
Rue
Icrack my eyes open and wince at how bright it is. The nurse must have left the blinds?—
I jolt when I remember that I’m not in the hospital anymore.
Sitting up, I take in the huge room and swallow as the night before comes back to me. Feeling the cold air on my chest, I look down and see my very hard, very naked nipples on display and yank the sheet up to cover myself.
I close my eyes and groan. “Of all the idiotic things to do,” I mutter as I ease myself off the bed, tucking the sheet around me.
Holy crap, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I ache in places that only reinforce how vigorous last night’s activities had been. I have no idea if that kind of thing is normal behavior for me, but I recognize the stupidity of going home with a stranger when there is someone out there who wants me dead.
I bite my lip, wondering what to do now. I can’t go home in a freaking sheet, but my clothes are not on the chair whereI left them. Not knowing Valen well enough to know if he’d be upset with me for raiding his closet, I decide to keep on what I’m wearing for now and make my way out of the room. I walk down the long hallway, my focus solely on finding my clothes and getting dressed. I can have a meltdown when I’m not naked.
I head downstairs, surprised how quiet it is. The silence makes my skin crawl. It’s like walking through a haunted house, waiting for something to jump out and grab me.
I come to a stop when I walk into the living room and find Valen standing just outside the huge glass doors.
Shirtless.
He’s leaning against the railing with a coffee mug in his hand,looking out at the ocean.It’s worth repeating—he’s shirtless.
I don’t know if I make a noise or if he senses me,but he turns around. When he sees me,his eyes flare before he crooks his finger at me. “Come here.”
Yeah, no, that’s not a good idea.
I shake my head, but instead of accepting my decision, he smirks, leaning back against the railing with his feet crossed at his ankles.
“If I have to come get you, I won’t be gentle.”
I still don’t move. I don’t think he’d hurt me. There is something about him that settles me, but I can’t trust my brain to know the difference between a green light and a red flag.
When he tenses, ready to make his move, my eyes widen, knowing he’ll follow through on his threat. Gripping the sheet tightly around me, I walk toward him slowly, the cotton trailing behind me like the train of a wedding gown.
That thought brings me up short, and I almost stumble.
I don’t know what expression is on my face, but he straightens up and searches my eyes for something. I’m not sure what the hell he’s looking for, but at this point, he knows me better than I do, so who am I to question him?
When I’m in touching distance, he reaches out and pulls me to him, careful not to spill his drink. His arm snakes around my back, and when I tip my head up to look at him with a dozen questions in my eyes, he silences them with his lips on mine.
