Page 36 of Devil’s Snare

“I’m positive, but I could use a shower. Take one with me?”

“Of course.” He scooped me off the bed and swung my legs up, holding me as he strode toward my bathroom.

“You don’t have to carry me, Cin. I’m not made of glass. I won’t shatter,” I teased.

“You’re mine, Gwen. I take care of what’s mine.”

Funny how those words settled inside me. They filled my heart with something I couldn’t name but felt a lot like three little words I shouldn’t tell him yet. Sex didn’t equal love. I wasn’t a naive girl.

But I couldn’t help my heart’s reaction to this man.

And honestly, I just wanted to make the most of this while it lasted. To enjoy every moment with him.

Words didn’t make this special. He did. Every growled word, tender touch, and wicked stroke of his cock.

CIN STAYED WITH ME beyond dawn. When my alarm went off, I groaned and slapped at it, unhappy to move away from his warmth.

“You gotta be somewhere?” He asked with a sleep-filled rumble.

“I do.” A sigh escaped because this was perfect, and I didn’t want it to end. “I volunteer at the women’s shelter and teach a class once a month. Today is class day.”

“What do you teach?”

I slid away from him, but he caught me, hauling my back against his chest. One hand cupped my breast as he kissed my neck.

“Crafting. Junk journaling. It’s fun.” I gasped as he lightly bit my shoulder.

“Can I drop you off and pick you up afterward?”

“No.”

His grip tightened. “Why not?”

“I have a lot of supplies. They won’t fit on the back of a motorcycle even if I’d rather ride with you.”

His hold relaxed. “You need help loading your car?”

How the hell did I end up with a guy so thoughtful? “Actually, yes. That would be great. There are several boxes.”

His hand slapped my ass as I screeched. “Get dressed, baby. I’ll follow you to the shelter and help you bring them inside.”

I flipped over, cradling his face while his arms slid around me. “How did I get so lucky?”

He blinked, and for a second, shock registered in his green eyes. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a bit of a handful. Pushy. Overly confident.”

Cin’s lips lifted until his grin was too wide.

“But you’re also patient with me. Tender. So thoughtful, like right now with the boxes. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“I’m fucking fantastic,” he announced with pride.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re ruining it.”

“Baby, I’ll ruin you. All night. Now get the fuck up and put clothes on before I change my mind and tie you to this bed.”

I shook my head as I slipped from the mattress, getting ready faster than I normally did because I was already running behind. Makeup was minimal. My hair pulled back into a ponytail away from my face. I decided on jeans, a loose dark blue T-shirt, and comfortable shoes.