She laughs softly, the sound doing things to me that it shouldn’t. “That’s not true. Besides, Falkor is fast asleep.”
“I take it you couldn’t sleep. Are you hungry?”
She holds up the milk carton. “Yup, I guess I’m nervous about us leaving the house tomorrow to go and see Drake.” She shrugs. “I’m making some warm honey milk and planning on eating a few of the chocolate chip cookies Falkor baked. That should help…I hope.”
She turns and reaches up into a cupboard above the stove. My eyes immediately drop to her ass again. The T-shirt rides up as she stretches, giving me another perfect view.
Fuuuuck me.
Even when she brings her arm down, pulling out a small pot, the shirt doesn’t make it all the way past her ass. Just covers the top portion, leaving the bottom half of her cheeks visible.
I swallow thickly, forcing my gaze away.
She looks hot as hell.
I’m immediately transported back to that closet. To the feel of her pressed against me. Her soft breasts crushed against my chest. Her breath coming faster. The way she smelled. It was of sweet vanilla, arousal, and pure temptation.
I’d gotten so damned turned on I could barely see straight. Despite the danger. Maybe because of it. The adrenaline mixing with desire in a way that made me want to shove her against the wall and fuck her right there while Security searched the house.
I’m a sick puppy. That’s what I am.
Then again, maybe I should cut myself some slack. Wren had been just as turned on as I was. I’d felt her nipples harden against me. Heard the change in her breathing. Felt the heat radiating off her body. I could scent her musk. She was wet. I know it.
If Falkor hadn’t come back right then, I might have lost my mind and—
We can’t go there again. I was right when I said that Wren isn’t made for “casual.” She’s the type of woman who deserves more. Deserves better. If we continue to have sex, she might develop feelings for me. Real feelings. And then I’d feel terrible when I can’t give her what she needs.
“Would you like a cup?” Wren’s voice pulls me out of my head. She’s looking at me sweetly, the milk carton still in her hand.
“Sure, why not?” I hear myself say.
Right away, I’m pissed at myself. I should go back to bed. Leave her alone, but we need to talk, and this is as good a time as any.
I watch as she pours milk into the pot and sets it on the stove, turning the burner to low. Then she opens another cupboard and pulls out a jar of honey, measuring out two big spoonfuls and adding it to the warming milk.
“I see you like your milk nice and sweet.”
“There is no other way to drink warm milk. It has to be sweet.”
“Agreed.” I pull in a deep breath and force my next words out. “I don’t think you should come with me tomorrow.”
She turns to look at me, her eyebrows lifting in surprise.
“You should stay here with Falkor,” I continue. “I’ll take his car and go to see Drake alone. If I’m caught, at least you’ll be safe.”
“No…we’re in this together, Grim.”
“It doesn’t make any sense for both of us to get caught. Think about it. I’ll go. I need you safe. That means you need to stay here with Falkor…please, Wren.”
For a moment, she just stares at me. “I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I, but what else can we do?”
She rolls her eyes and sighs loudly. “We can go together. We’re a team.”
“I know that. It’s just…why risk us both?”
“I’ll go, then.” She puts her hands on her hips and thrusts out her chest. I don’t look. “You stay here. You can stay with Falkor and stay safe. They’re looking for you. They think I’m dead.”
