“Kane?” she whispered.
“The pills, Lovelyn. How many?”
“One.”
I snatched up the bottle, cracked the lid, then poured the tablets onto my palm, counting out twenty-seven. What did the bottle say? Thank fuck, twenty-eight supplied.
A small part of my panic faded, enough for me to toss the handful into the bin then read the medication name. Nothing I’d ever heard of.
“What is it?” I demanded.
Lovelyn’s lips parted. “Se-da-tive.”
She drooped into the pillow, eyes closed again.
I didn’t like it. I couldn’t stop the fear of finding her out cold, even if I knew she was safe. That she’d sleep it off.
I didn’t want her to.
“Don’t fall asleep on me. Stay awake.”
“Make. Me,” she managed.
“How?” It wasn’t poison. She wouldn’t have an antidote lying around.
Lovelyn breathed deep, inflating her chest and drawing my attention down to her tits. She was wearing my t-shirt to bed, like she’d done in my room in the warehouse. That time, I’d watched her on my phone screen and died over how perfect she looked in my clothes.
Now, I just wanted it off her.
I lowered my forehead to touch hers, my eyes closing and my heart racing so fucking fast it might burst. “Listen, if you want me here, I’ll stay. I’ve driven four fucking hours to reach ye in terror that someone else would get here first. I had Mila and Convict guard your house and couldn’t even talk to them when I arrived. All for fear of what I was going to find. I’m so fucking…”
I hauled in air, unable to finish the sentence because I had no idea what I was. Only how I was feeling: Out of control. Running on fumes. An ache at my shoulder from a bullet wound I’d taken right as my team had descended on the scene. At least adrenaline held that at bay.
“Kiss. Me,” she forced out.
Fucking Christ.
I tipped her head to one side and pressed my lips to her jaw. Lower, over her fluttering pulse.
It spiked a need in me so deep I had only one path to follow.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to use up all this energy on your body while ye don’t need it. I’m going to dowhatever I like, and you’ll take it. You drove me to this, Lovelyn. Tell me no if ye disagree.”
She didn’t speak. That was fine.
She could feel. Everything I was about to do.
I yanked down the blanket, more of my blood staining it in patches. I stared for a beat at the visual of how I felt inside. Bleeding out. Not because of my wound, but over Lovelyn. Never before had I lain in bed with a woman. I’d done everything I could to avoid the closeness, yet the claustrophobia that should push in on me from all sides didn’t spike.
I’d left her bedroom door open, knowing the house was empty, but it wasn’t that.
I just needed her. More. All.
I stared down at her soft body. My t-shirt had rucked up around the top of her thighs, and I yanked it off her, spilling her tits free. Fucking hell, she was beautiful. Mouthwatering. Every part of her rounded and thick.
Her only other item of clothing was a pair of thin shorts. In a heartbeat, my blade was in my palm and slicing those through. Revealing her cunt for me to admire.
That was enough of my weapons. I wasn’t wasting a minute of not being inside her. I didn’t want to play. Not at first. I had to come in her, fill her up, lose the edge of my mania.
