“Be sure you know what you’re doing.”
I refuse to break eye contact. If I do, he’ll know that I don’t, in fact, know exactly what I’m doing, and if I pause to think about it, I might stop.
“Don’t you have something else to do?” I ask.
He remains perfectly still. “This isn’t funny.”
“Nope. It’s not,” I say, flicking the bud again. “Ah!”
“I will take this door off the motherfucking hinges.”
“Not before I come.”
He disappears.
I want to go to the window and see if he’s still here—not that I want to know if he is or isn’t. This is a twist in the scenario I didn’t think through. I’m not even sure who I am right now. I don’t act like this.
Before I can convince myself to slide out of the sauna and run to the guest room, I hear the sound of a motor. The door vibrates. The ladle shakes against the metal handle.
I realize what he’s doing.
“Oh, shit.”
I sit upright and wait with bated breath.
It takes thirty seconds. The sauna fills with cool air. The doorway, though, fills with Holt Mason.
He. Took. The. Door. Off. The. Hinges.
Shit.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Coming after you.”
“You most certainly will come after me,” I say with a raised brow. “Because I’mthis closeto getting there myself.”
He lunges forward and scoops me up. My legs are over one arm, and my back is supported by the other. He carries me into the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed.
“Holt,” I squeal. “I’m sweaty. Don’t put me on your bed.”
He pins me in place with his gaze as he strips out of his clothes. “I’m not worried about the fucking bed.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s crawling over the bed and hovering on top of me.
My breathing is shallow. I can feel the blotchiness in my skin and the stickiness of my perspiration. But, more so, I can feel Holt’s energy rippling off him.
I’m so fucked.
I hope.
Chapter Twenty
Blaire
“You are a damn conundrum. Do you know that?” he asks from above me.
“I don’t know. I think I’m pretty easy to figure out.”
