“Swift…” I whispered against his mouth.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
His hands moved again, pulling me closer, and I felt that same pull from last night starting to build all over again.
A knock sounded at the door.
We both froze for half a second.
Then he groaned softly against my lips.
“Ignore it,” I said immediately.
He didn’t argue and didn’t hesitate.His mouth was back on mine, deeper this time, as his hand slid up my back, and the kiss picked up right where it left off.
Another knock.
Louder.
I didn’t care.
Neither did he.
Until he went completely still.Everything about him shifted in an instant.
One second he was all heat and want, and the next?Cold, sharp, and alert.He spun me around, putting himself in front of me so fast it made my head spin.
“Swift?”
He didn’t answer.
He moved to the drawer, yanked it open, and pulled out a gun.
My heart jumped into my throat.
“What—?”Had that been there this whole time?Did I now have a gun drawer?
The front door opened, and suddenly everything made sense and no sense all at the same time.
Swift lifted the gun, and I leaned slightly to the side, peeking over his shoulder.
Tyson stood in the doorway with his hands in the air and his eyes wide.“Jesus Christ, man, it’s just me.”
“You got some fucking balls just waltzing in here,” Swift growled.
“Damn, Britta, call off your biker.”
“Tyson!”I snapped.“What the heck are you doing here?”
“I knocked on the damn door, Britta,” he shot back.“I was just checking to make sure you were okay.”
“Try knocking more than once,” Swift muttered.He lowered the gun but didn’t exactly relax, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans like it belonged there.
Tyson eyed it.“I knocked twice, and where the hell did you pull that thing out of?”
“I’m always ready,” Swift said flatly.
That’s when it hit me.
