Page 79 of Striker’s Rebel

I stretch carefully beneath him.

I’m definitely going to feel this later.

Worth it.

“Yes.”

I push lightly at his shoulder, and he catches my hand before I can pull it back.

Then he turns his head and presses a kiss into my palm.

And somehow that nearly ruins me more than everything that came before it.

My smile fades.

Striker’s fingers stay loosely wrapped around mine.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

I shake my head and tuck myself against his chest before he can look too closely.

His arm comes around me automatically.

No hesitation.

No thought.

Like this is simply where I go now.

Dangerous man.

Dangerous fucking man.

Later, I’m wearing one of Striker’s shirts while he pulls on his jeans.

My phone rings.

Eliana.

I answer immediately.

“Hey.”

“June.”

Something in her voice has me sitting up.

“What happened?”

A shaky breath.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

My stomach drops.