Page 63 of Untamed Sinner

"Liar."

I turn in his arms, and his gray eyes are already on me, clear and focused despite just waking up. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting shadows across his face.

"Did you really mean it?" I ask, hating the uncertainty in my voice.

"Amanda." His thumb brushes my cheek. “What part of ‘I don’t change my mind’ was unclear?”

Well, fuck me sideways. The man wasn’t having a post-orgasm lapse in judgment. Hendricks had calmly rearranged my entire fucking future—and apparently, he expects me to live in it.

His phone vibrates on the nightstand.

Thank God—saved by the bell.

When it buzzes again, insistent, I nudge him. "That's your contact.”

"Probably." He pulls me closer instead.

Damn but he feels good. "You should answer it."

"I should."

Neither of us moves.

The phone goes silent, then immediately starts buzzing again.

Hendricks doesn’t even look at it.

For some stupid reason, that scares me more than anything to date. “You know, for a competent man, you’re surprisingly bad at answering your phone.”

His hand slides up my back to tangle in my hair. “I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

He tugs my hair, tilting my head back so our eyes meet. “This.”

My heart does that stupid thing again—that hopeful, terrified flutter. "Lying in bed?"

"Lying in bed with you," he corrects.

I wrinkle my nose. “That sounded dangerously romantic.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

I laugh—I can’t help it.

Something in his expression changes. I feel like I can read Hendricks pretty well, but I don’t recognize this look. “What?”

“Nothing.”

Frowning, I trace the corner of his mouth. “That wasn’t nothing.”

“I just like the sound of that.”

“What sound?”

“You laughing.”

Well, shit. “You really need to stop saying things like that.”