Her fingers tremble against me as she moves down a button, and she lifts her blue eyes to meet my tired ones. “That makes two of us,” she whispers.
I flick my gaze between her eyes for a second. When I pull back, her hold tightens on my shirt, and I snatch her small wrists in my grip with a snarl. She shouldn’t be this damn close to me right now.
“I get it, okay?” She looks up at me with a soft fire in her eyes. My gaze narrows, registering the quiver in her voice. Both sides of her at once, the mouse and the lion, and I hate both of them for the way they set me off. “You need to rest. That’s fine. Just stay still for me so I can help.” After a moment, she adds a rushed, “Sir.”
Slowly, I release my grip, then shove my hands in my pockets, where they can’t touch her.
Her eyes scan my face. “Thank you.”
She finishes with the last button and starts loosening my cuffs. The relief in her voice makes my jaw tick. I’m many things, but selfless isn’t one of them. She should know better—if she doesn’t, she’ll learn soon enough.
When she dips her hands beneath the opening of my shirt, pressing her soft palms against my abs, every muscle in my body pulls tight. She slowly slides them up until the shirt slips from my shoulders. It sticks, my hands in my pockets keeping it from dropping fully, and she goes for my belt.
I stop her midway by a fist in her hair. She freezes. I sweep my hand around to her upper throat and force her to look at me.
“Step. Back.”
A swallow moves beneath my palm, and I drop my arm. When she backs up, I let the shirt fall to the floor, yank a pair of sweats from the open drawer, and disappear into the bathroom. Fuck. My body feels like a damn furnace. I change swiftly, tucking my knife into a drawer for good measure, and pull open the door.
Emmy’s staring at me like she’s never seen a man in sweats. Her jaw is dropped, her eyes raking over my torso like she wants to lick me. My cock twitches at the image.
Running my thumb down the side of my cheek, I shake my head and stroll to my bed. She’s still staring at me when I pull down the covers and drop on my back, finally shutting my eyes and covering them with a forearm.
After another second of feeling her watching me, I mutter, “Go.” Not that I’ll be able to sleep now with my dick hard as stone.
I sense her moving and open my eyes, keeping them partially shielded with my arm. Following her movements as she makes her way toward me, I grit my teeth. Every step she takes fuels the blood coursing through my veins. She tugs at the blanket at the foot of the bed, then gently pulls it up and over me. Discomfort fills my gut. What the hell is this?
When she turns to leave, the bottom of her slip snags on the bed frame, revealing a tight, round ass and tiny G-string.
Shit.
My throat tightens, my skin burns, and the energy pulsing through my veins spikes so fast my vision blurs.
I blink, and she’s tugging at the snag.
Another blink, and she’s twisting around, her bare, plump ass facing me head on.
Another blink, and my hand is wrapped around her throat, pulling her slowly toward me and onto the bed. I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.
