“That felt amazing,” she says.
“It did.”
“This could be dangerous.”
“It could.”
A small grin tugs the corner of her mouth. “How about we tempt fate a little more and go take a shower together?”
I laugh and she squeals as I scoop her up. “I’m all for living dangerously.”
As I carry her toward the bathroom, my body is still tingling, and my cock begins to stiffen once more as I’m carried away on a river of desire.
And yet, that little voice in the back of my mind speaks up again, telling me that this is going to be complicated. Right at this very moment, though, I don’t care. I want this woman, and I’m going to have her again.
She has opened me up in ways I never expected. Ways I didn’t know I wanted. This is either be really good for me… or this is all going to be one big fucking disaster.
8
CHAPTER 8
BRYNN
Something pulls me out of a deep, sound sleep, and I sit up. Burke isn’t in the bed next to me, and my heart skips a beat. But I figure he probably went to get a glass of water, and that’s the sound that woke me up. A smile touches my lips as I stretch, luxuriating in my stiff muscles. I’m sore in places I didn’t know I had—a thought that makes me laugh softly to myself.
I honestly don’t know what came over me in the kitchen. Just standing there, staring into Burke’s honey-colored eyes, holding his wrists felt so intimate and so sexy. I felt the heat of his body and saw that hunger in his eyes, and I was consumed by it. I’ve never felt it before. I’ve got needs, of course. But I’ve been content to satisfy them on my own. With lots of porn, of course.
Something about Burke shifted something inside me. At that moment when we were staring into each other’s eyes, I felt it. It was like a lock inside of me clicked and the door that I held all my secrets and desires behind swung wide open. My entire body tingled warmly, and all I wanted—no, all I needed—was to feelhim inside of me. I’ve never given myself to anybody before, but something about Burke just felt… right.
And the day that followed was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. We made love all day. I did things I’ve only dreamed about—or seen in porn. He made me feel so wanton and yet so valued all at the same time. Burke is a generous lover who satisfied my every craving and desire. He even satisfied cravings and desires I never knew I had. My entire body is sore—a testament to how much pleasure he gave me—and still I want more.
Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stand up and stretch languidly, reveling in the stiffness of my muscles. I slip into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then head for the door. I’m thirsty, and maybe, if I catch Burke in there, we can enjoy a little late-night romp. Smiling to myself, I head toward the kitchen. The moment I step into the hallway, though, something feels… off. I can’t explain it, but the hair on the back of my neck is standing on end, and my arms are covered in goosebumps. Something just doesn’t feel right.
“Burke?” I call.
I get no answer, which only deepens a feeling of dread. The light in the kitchen at the end of the long hallway was on, and I hear the sound of somebody shuffling around. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I creep down the hall on soft feet.
“Burke?” I call again.
A shadow crosses the doorway, momentarily blotting out the light, and my heart quickens. Maybe he’s got his AirPods in, trying to keep from waking me. That could be it. In the short time I’ve been with him, I’ve found him to be thoughtful likethat. That has to be it. I shake off the fear that has wrapped around me and step into the kitchen. When I do, though, I freeze.
A man, head to toe in black, is standing beside the island. He’s wearing a gaiter, covering everything but his eyes, which crinkle like he’s smiling at me. When I see the gun tucked into his waistband, I shiver.
“Wh—where’s Burke?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“Not here,” he replies. “Now, how about you come with me all nice and quiet like?”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“My boss would really like it if I brought you to him intact and unspoiled.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
He reaches behind him and pulls out a stun gun. Sparks crackle between the prongs as he presses the button. His eyes smile.
“We’ll get to that,” he says. “My boss said I could take a little sample if I wanted to.”
My heart hammers in my chest. I turn and run for the bedroom. His footsteps pound the floor hard behind me, and I cry out, screaming for Burke. I don’t know where he is or what this man has done to him, but my mind immediately conjures the worst.
