“Trust me, baby. I know my limits.”
He shampoos my hair, washes me from head to toe, sliding those calloused palms all over my body until I’m buzzing with tingles and not sure how I’ll make it through the night without getting what I’m craving.
His weight on top of me, his thickness filling me.
But I respect his wish. I know if I was the one who was too wound up, he’d respect that. Or fix it.
That’s the kind of man he is. See a problem, fix it. Point being, he got my belongings back.
“You doing okay?” He asks when he realizes I’m frowning.
“Just thinking. I don’t understand what the mob told you.”
He kisses the frown line between my brows. “Leave it for tomorrow. We’re not solving this tonight. The compound is on serious lockdown. We’ve got twice the guards as usual on the perimeter.”
“I should feel more worried, but I have to trust you. I don’t have anywhere else to go that would even come close,” I say as he bundles me in a fluffy white towel that once again reminds me that this man is a walking contradiction. The towels he has aren’t at all what I would expect an outlaw biker to have.
My stomach chooses the moment we’re crawling into bed to growl.
”Woman,” he rasps, narrowing his eyes. “Did you eat tonight?”
“I nibbled.”
He’s stalking out of the bedroom before I have time to register he’s not getting in bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Fixing you something to eat. You never go to bed hungry when you’re mine to take care of.”
I slip on one of his T-shirts and pad barefoot into the kitchen. It’s tidy and compact, which means he looks even bigger in his naked glory at the stove.
When a lid slips off the counter and into the stainless steel sink, I gasp. My heart shoots up into my throat as I grip the edge of the kitchen counter. He’s on me a second later. “Christ, I’m sorry. That was loud as fuck.
“No, I’m sorry,” I say breathlessly. “Ever since my brother broke into my place I’ve been like this.”
His eyes flash with anger. He smoothes a hand over my hair, but his voice is edgy. “I should bury him for scaring you.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Morning comes too soon. The only reason I’m motivated at all to get out of bed except to go to the warehouse and deal with Katie’s piece of shit brother and get the goddamned mob off her trail.
Yep. Those are the only reasons I’d get out of bed right now.
She feels too good. Katie’s curled around me, leg twisted with mine, her cheek nuzzled against my chest.
Somehow I slept. But not much. My eyelids are sandpaper.
When I glide my hand up her smooth, delicate back, Katie murmurs something.
“Wake up, beautiful.” I kiss her forehead as I try to forget the raging morning wood I’ve got going on under the sheet. And I mean raging. Shit I could hammer nails.
“We’ve got to be in church in half an hour.”
She perks up like a switch has been flipped. “Half an hour? Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”
“Cause you look like a doll sleeping in my bed. I didn’t want to break the spell.”
A shy smile ghosts over her pretty mouth. “You’re tenting the blankets.”
