But he’s here now. My solitude gone, and with it my peace.
“I had a meeting,” he says.
“And it lasted until two in the morning?” I put my hand up to stop him from answering. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care.”
“You’re not a good liar.”
“I’m sure you’re fluent in it enough for both of us.” I bring my phone to the charger I plugged into the wall next to the bed.
“That’s my side of the bed,” he says after I get the phone plugged in.
“What?”
“That side. It’s closest to the door. My side.”
I look at the bed, it’s big enough for four people.
“How about you give me another room, then you can have all the sides of this one?”
His eyes narrow a fraction. “You were less of a smartass last night.”
“You were less of a murderer last night, too,” I say before thinking.
“A murderer?”
“Isn’t that what you call someone who kills another person? And you killed three.”
Silence descends while I move to the opposite side of the bed and get my phone set up on the nightstand.
“You want to have that conversation right now?” He folds his arms over his chest. Even in the dim lighting, I can see the muscles flex.
It would be so much easier to remember I’m supposed to hate this man if he would stop looking so damn sexy.
I rub my hands over my face.
“No. I don’t want to have any conversation right now. I just want to go to sleep and forget about today. And put off dealing with tomorrow.”
When I drop my hands, he’s in front of me. He’s so close the tips of his toes touch mine.
“Last night was better,” he says softly, almost kindly.
“Last night we were different people.”
He knuckles my chin until I’m looking up at him. My stomach aches at the waves of arousal coursing over my body. This isn’t fair.
It’s not right having the devil be so handsome.
“We can be those people again. Tonight at least.”
“You want to pretend we aren’t who we are?”
His hand opens and he cups my cheek, drawing me into him as he kisses me. My shoulders tense, but the moment his tongue pushes past my lips they relax.
My entire body does.
He steps even closer, his erection pressing into my stomach. I fist my hands at my sides to keep from wrapping one around his cock. Remembering how warm, how hard, how thick his cock was last night makes my palms itch to touch him.
When he breaks the kiss, his eyes lock with mine. He watches me with those dark, deviously perceptive eyes as he pulls my nightgown up and slides his hand beneath.
