“Your place or mine, tonight?” she asks softly, arching into my groin.
The sex is nothing short of phenomenal.
“Yours,” I say without hesitation.
Her smile could light the whole damn city. We barely make it inside her flat before I’ve got her pinned against the wall, kissing her like I’ve been starving. I strip herdown, and the sex is quick and desperate and nothing like last night’s slow worship of her body.
I made her come so hard she looks ready to pass out. We collapse onto her bed. She curls against me, naked, satisfied, and perfect, the sheet barely covering her arse. The smile on her face kills me.
But I make her a quick spot of tea and put one of her sleeping pills in it because I need her to stay passed out.
I watch her fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Her hair spills across the pillow, a fiery chaos around her head. And in my life.
My chest aches from the kind of satisfaction I feel. How she’s so soft against the hard shell I let form around my heart. How she utterly trusts me.
She clung to me last night while I drove into her, harder than before. I’m slowly getting her used to how I like sex. All while making me a more passionate lover in bed because her crooked smile with her eyes closed while I fuck her is something I live for now.
Now,I’ve got work to do. I get dressed, but I can’t stop staring down at this creature who wandered into my web and wouldn’t leave. Now shecan’tleave me.
Now you’re mine, little elf.
I press my phone to my ear, and when Blade answers, I say, “I need you and Jett. Right now.”
The next morning, a scream jolts me awake.
Adrenaline flooding my veins, I jump out of bed and grab my gun. “Fallon, what is it?”
With wild hair, she stands in the living room, wearing nothing but my T-shirt, holding the basil plant.
She spins toward me, eyes glittering with the most delicious mischief I’ve ever seen. “You stole their Christmas tree!”
I slept so fucking good next to her that I damn nearforgot. I grin like the Grinch. Because there it is. The obscene designer tree. In her living room.
Fallon’s mouth falls open in delighted horror, and I love it. I love us. Fallon and me. The assassin and the quirky plant girl.
I can’t help it, I am falling so hard for this woman.
I only hope I survive it.
Chapter 39
Rhys
Reality smacks me in the face later that night in the form of a text from Ares Zervas.
Shipment en route. ETA two a.m.
It hits me, hard and sudden, as my eyes gaze warmly over at Fallon in bed next to me. I have something to lose.
I brush my lips over her shoulder, and she stirs with a gentle purr. “I’m heading to work, love,” I murmur.
Her eyes flit open, hazy with sleep. She reaches for me with warm arms that loop around my neck. “Don’t forget about me this time,” she whispers.
The comment startles me. Does she think that in the past I’d been too busy for her? That she was easy to overlook?
She couldn’t be more wrong. Not this time.
“Never, love.” I kiss her lips softly. “Go back to sleep.”
