Page 108 of The Woman By the Lake

His expression went guarded. “What’s that mean?”

“You’ve done all that and showered after last night. It’s like you’re a machine.”

His face cleared, and he smiled at me.

“Did I pass out mid-kissing you?” I queried.

The smile he was aiming at me turned wolfish, and he answered, “Yeah. But you can make up for that shit tonight.”

I had to wait until tonight?

Whoops.

I was wrong. His smile had turned a touch roguish.

At him reading my mind, now his wide grin was absolutely wolfish.

I witnessed that and had woefully too short a period of time to process it, much less memorize it, before I let out a muted scream when he dragged me out of bed, with me still clutching the sheet to my chest, and he planted me in his lap.

Once there, he circled me with his arms and asked, “You sore?”

Oh God, was this embarrassing?

Why was this embarrassing? He’d been there the whole time. In fact, the sore part was all his fault.

I didn’t know why it was, but the answer was, yes. It was embarrassing.

I shoved my face in the side of his neck.

He tangled his fingers in my hair and slid them through, going back and doing the same as he said, “Not a surprise, honey. You can take a seriously solid fucking.”

I shivered in his arms at the memory.

“And a lot of it,” he went on.

I shivered again.

Those arms got tight, and a rumble rolled up his chest and through his lips.

He had memories too, and he liked them.

I shivered more.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I tipped my head back and caught his eyes.

“That means we wait for tonight,” he decreed.

“Okay,” I whispered.

He came in for a lip touch, then moved back. “I gotta get to your house and get on that door. We boarded it up, but it’s far from secure. You need to get your ass in gear because you’re meeting Brenda out at Mix’s. It’s two towns over and an hour away. She wants your input in picking storm doors. Then you gotta head up to Hutch’s for training with Gia.”

“Mix’s?”

“It’s a posh home supply store. We got nothing like what they stock around MP, and Brenda isn’t one to cut corners or have anything fuck with her ‘vision.’”

I’d already figured this out about Brenda.

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