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Nors went fubar, Emma would suffer for his decisions Now that he kne she felt about hi her at risk was no longer an option

Speaking of my woman

He heard her long before she reached the library Her footfalls were soft on the wood floors and, when she finally peeked around the corner, his chest tightened She had thrown on one of his tank tops, nothing else, and with her hair frael come for him

“You didn’t wake me up”

He jerked his shoulders in as hopefully a neutral movement The farther he could keep her froet distracted

She cli one of the knife scars from his collarbone down across his pec “You should come back to bed”

He smiled, surprised at how nice it was to hear her say that “Why’s that?”

“When you got up, I thought you were leaving”

The thought of sneaking out, leaving her behind like she was soht stand, bothered him more than he liked to admit She must have read his expression because her eyes became warm and she leaned in to close the distance Her lipsto allow hiravelly, “I’”

“So come to bed”

He let her lead him from the library, down the hall to that sumptuous bedroom She let him pull off the tank top, run his hands over her skin until she was shivering It didn’t take much to coax him between the sheets

She wasn’t tiy, felt his need rising Soer she’d faced here the last tiled to keep hi to scare her, but the instinct to possess prickled at the back of his mind

She pulled away from him, mid-kiss, eyes dark, lips swollen, chest flushed “What is it?”

He couldn’t answer, especially not when she reached down between theers over his tip

“Peirce?”