Then the sound of the front door slamming snaps both of us out of our trance.
Fallon’s home.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I shove myself away from Echo’s chest and he lets go of me immediately.
“You need to leave.” I hiss, trying to catch my breath. “Now.”
He touches his swollen lips, and something dark and possessive flashes across his face.
“Make it worth my while.”
I glare at him incredulously. “What?”
His eyes drop to my chest. To my hardened nipples visible through my thin robe. He licks his lips.
Oh.
“You’re insane.” I whisper.
“And you’re wasting time.” He says, leaning back on my bed. “Unless you want me to call her in here?”
“You wouldn’t.” I challenge.
“I might.”
I glare at him as I debate reaching for the tie on my robe.
Whatever,it’s not like he wasn’t just touching them a second ago. Besides, I’d be lying if I said a part of me isn’t a little curious about what his reaction will be.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab the edges of my robe and flash him before closing it again.
Echo’s smile is absolutely sinful and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling back at him.
“There.” I hiss, narrowing my eyes at him. “Happy?”
“Very.” He says smoothly as he stands and backs himself towards the patio door.
“You have gorgeous tits, Bambi.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to get my teeth on them.”
My face flames, and I nearly choke on my own saliva. “That is not happening.”
“We’ll see about that.” He says, stepping out onto the patio, looking way too satisfied with himself.
“Oh, and Bambi…” He says, pausing just before he slides the door shut. “Make sure to lock this after I leave.”
Then he’s gone, disappearing into the night like he was never there.
I lock the sliding door with shaking hands and press my back against the cool glass.
I read an article about my psycho ex and the first thing I do is dry-hump a killer. The same killer who’s been openly stalking me for the last month.
What the hell is wrong with me?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Echo
