Page 31 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

I tuck my head into his chest, and he chuckles.

“All that stomping down the hallway for this.”

“Don’t mess with me,” I tell him. “Your nuts are literally less than an inch from my knee.”

The playful threat fades into silence when my brain helpfully supplies a new image—me sliding my knee forward and grazing the front of his boxers. Tracing the firmness I’ve already felt against me.

Holy hell, brain. Shut the fuck up.

I look up and find him already watching me.

“We could go to sleep,” he says quietly. “Or we could do something else.”

His gaze drops to my lips again, and his grip tightens slightly. Suddenly, my throat feels very dry.

“I can’t have sex with a man I just met,” I say.

“Then I’ll wait,” he says. He kisses my temple and adds, “You let me know.”

Oh great.

The six-five Greek god in my bed says he’ll wait like my virgin ass isn’t already picturing spreading my legs for him, and imagining how good it will feel when he’s inside me.

I’m absolutely doomed.

Chapter 11

Michael

Iwake slowly, the room still wrapped in darkness. Katie is practically glued to my side. One knee is hooked over my leg, and her hands are curled up near her face like she fell asleep mid-thought. Her curls are a complete disaster. They’re spilling across the pillow, across my shoulder, and apparently across my face too. A few of them brush my nose.

I breathe out a quiet laugh and gently push them away, careful not to wake her. She shifts just enough to burrow closer.

My eyes shift to the bedside table. The glow that woke me flashes again as my phone lights up in the darkness. I reach over and grab it.

Luca.

“Yeah.” My voice is rough with sleep and already irritated.

“Boss, we have a problem.”

“What?”

“It’s Donnelly.”

Fuck.

“He’s gone, Boss. House is empty. Neighbors say he left sometime after midnight.”

I glance down at Katie still curled against me.

“Keep looking,” I say quietly.

“Yes, Boss.”

I’m careful not to wake her as I ease out of bed. She stirs for a second, then settles again. I slip out of the room and move down the hallway toward the kitchen.

“What about his phone?” I ask.