“Trapped.”
“Where’s demon kitty?”
“Probably waiting around the corner, planning a surprise attack. No worries. I’ll protect you.”
On the way upstairs, he said, “I was right.”
“’Bout what?”
“How sexy you look.”
They walked into her bedroom. “I’m in a tank top and pajama shorts. Hardly attractive.”
“No, you’re right.” He kissed her. “You’re stunning.” He glanced around. “Can I grab a shower?”
“Towels in the closet.”
He retreated into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She crawled back into bed and sipped the wine. Her phone binged with a text from Justice.
“Sorry about the delay,” he texted. “Coffee sounds good.”
“Great,” she replied. “Looking forward to it.”
A few moments later, Stryker turned off the shower. The bathroom door opened as her phone buzzed.
“Have a good weekend,” Justice texted.
“You, too,” she replied. “Thanks for checking in.” Just as she closed the app, Stryker’s phone binged.
She flicked her gaze to him and her breath caught. He was buck naked, water droplets sprinkled across his muscular shoulders and pecs. He’d used one of her hair ties to pull the sides of his hair into a bun, leaving the rest trailing down his back. Desire swept through her.
I won’t be able to keep my hands off him.
“You’re not working, are you?” He picked up the glass and drank down a mouthful. “It’s after three in the morning.”
She patted the mattress. “Just texting a friend.”
He slid in beside her as Pima charged into the room, jumped onto the bed, and glared at him.
“Here we go,” he grumbled.
She smiled. “He brought you a present.”
The cat dropped a toy and continued staring at him.
“Throw it for him,” Emerson said.
Stryker launched it out of the bedroom and it sailed into the hallway. Pima bolted after it. After leaning back on the propped pillows, he held out his glass. “To you, for being a kick-ass detective and for pushing through your fear to work in the dungeon.”
She tapped her glass against his. “To you, for forgiving me, for being such a good spite fuck, and for making sure I’m safe.”
After one more sip, he set his glass on the night table, and lay down.
She set down her glass, turned off the bedside light, and slid beneath the covers. Then, she pulled a condom from under her pillow. “Wow, how’d this get in my bed?”
He snaked his arms around her and pulled her onto him. Their kiss was filled with a passion that had her panting. She couldn’t kiss him long enough or stroke his tongue hard enough.
“Inside me,” she gasped, while stripping off her clothes.
