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My head snapped left and right.
The room was empty. The door was closed. Dim light filtered through a part in the curtains. No noises came from the hallway, so it must still be early. What the hell was he doing in my room? In my bed?
Panicking, I quickly rucked up my nightie and peered between my thighs.
No blood. No reddened skin.
My gaze inspected the sheets where I was lying.
Pristine.
I blew out a long breath.
Okay, I’m still a virgin.
Spinning my head around the room, I forced myself to focus. I had no idea how or why he was here, but the most important issue was getting him gone. Fast. As long as he was out of here before anyone found him, this situation was salvageable. Otherwise…I shuddered. My father would murder him in this bed, and I’d have another traumatic incident to deal with. Oh, and the little fact that Luca, second son of the Lupu clan, would be dead. Slaughtered by my father. World War Three would be triggered. The streets of Queens would run red with rivers of blood.
Staring down at the hard planes of his chest, I noticed that his T-shirt had ridden up, exposing his tiered abs. A slim trail of dusky blond snaked down between the ridged muscles, and the vision of him jacking off flashed in front of me. That memory dragged my gaze down to the stiff column of his morning wood. Oh, God. I twisted my head to the side and swallowed audibly.
Shaking his shoulder, I hissed out in a low, harsh whisper, “Luca, Luca, wake up.”
Luca’s big body jerked.
His eyes fluttered open.
“Fuck,” he muttered, ruffling his hair with his fingers. His sleepy eyes blinked a few times until they came into focus. Yikes, but was he sexy. I didn’t know what men looked like when they woke up, but there was a moment of vulnerability when he resembled a little boy. It was downright dangerous. I couldn’t lounge back and admire him like I had the right to have him in my bed, but if I did…yum.
Instead, I had to get him the hell out of here, pronto.
“What are you doing here?” I rushed out in a whisper.
“We didn’t do anything,” he assured me, his hand covering mine. The weight and warmth of it was delicious and my lashes fluttered in response.
Shaking it off before I did something stupid, I huffed out, “Duh, I know. I already checked.”
His lopsided smirk slid in place. “You checked? Like you checked to see if that silky pussy was still intact? Fuck, wish I had seen that.”
In a gruff just-woke-up voice that had my nipples pebbling, he teased, “What, you don’t trust me?”
Crossing my arms to hide the evidence of my arousal, I glared at him. “Why should I?”
His gaze slid down my body, pausing at my arms as if he had X-ray vision and could see the hard peaks that I was so desperate to hide. Forehead furrowed in concentration, his eyes continued down my body in a possessive stare that left me trembling with the urge to spread myself for his perusal. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
A shudder rolled through me, and I jerked away from him. “What are you even doing here?”
His eyes shot away from me, embarrassment crossing his face. My pulse accelerated. What happened that made him shy away from me? Breathing in, I focused on keeping myself calm. I didn’t remember anything, but I’d had too much to drink again last night. Whatever happened between us, I can handle it.
“I was patrolling the hallways and heard you crying loudly. You’re marrying my dickhead brother, but…even so, you sounded in pain. I happened to have the master key on me, so I checked to see if you were okay.” He shut his eyes, as if recalling what he walked into last night. “You were in distress. I didn’t think you’d want everyone to hear you and come knocking, so I laid down on top of the covers and…held you.” He cleared his throat. “You settled down right away. I meant to leave, but I guess I fell asleep.”
I felt the color drain from my face. Oh. My. God. My nightmares were back. They had gone away while I was away at boarding school. At least, my roommate never complained and she would’ve if they’d woken her up. They hadn’t returned when I came home. Perhaps the stress of my depressing marriage had triggered their revival.
I averted my gaze in shame. There was no way I was going to explain to Luca why I was crying in my sleep so loudly that he’d been driven to enter my bedroom in the middle of the night. At least he’d been kind enough to comfort me. But now? Now there was no explaining away the fact that we’d shared a bed the entire night.
“What happened, Cat?” he asked, watching me carefully. Not with pity, thank goodness.
I shifted nervously under his scrutiny.
His jaw tightened. “Did someone hurt you? Your father or brother?”
