“What was your plan?” she whispers, still watching me mess with my boxers to release myself.
My flesh in my palm sends a thrill through my nerves as I slowly stroke myself once.
The plan was easy.
I purposely got caught inside the cabin and was brought downstairs through a long underground tunnel of twists and turns.
I didn’t realize Matteo had so many alternative routes, but it makes sense. He practically built a rat hole to maneuver himself around town without being seen.
But now everything has changed if the information she received is correct.
“Ozzy.”
Her voice is this gentle volume that seeps into my veins and calms me. I love the way it brushes along my skin and centers me.
Strengthens me.
I won’t be able to live with myself if she dies.
I also won’t survive if I’m never able to have some small piece of her.
“Open your mouth,” I order, softer than I intend, but she has that effect on me. I can’t stay mad at her long, and I don’t want to be.
Her lips part automatically, and I slowly hedge forward, inching my cock closer to her lips on the idea I still havenofucking clue what I’m doing.
I always know what I’m doing.
But not when it comes toher.
And that scares the ever-loving fuck out of me.
My tip slightly brushes the plushness of her mouth, and I freeze at the same moment I twitch again.
I’ve never done this before.
I understand the concept, but I’m not built for this shit—physical connections and being horny for someone all the time.
Her tongue dips out, lashing slowly against my length, and I flinch back.
Like a fucking moron.
My blood pumps furiously as I begin losing my mental footing. We’re in the middle of a basement with men outside.
“We’re getting out of here,” she says. “Together.”
No.
I’ll leave when I want to leave.
I need to get Torin. And there’s no fucking way we’re both getting out of here when I’m not willing to take the chance of what and who is outside.
I can handle it on my own, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.
I’m not inclined to do it with her when she could be put in danger.
“Let me do this for you,” she says. “Be mad at me.”
“I’m not.”
