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She’s still asleep—butI’m not. Not anymore.
I should let go. Slide out of this bed and pretend this never happened. But I can’t move. Not yet.This feels too good.
I’m not kidding myself. I know a woman like Ellie shouldn’t be in my bed. There’s too much blood on my hands. They shouldn’t be anywhere near her creamy skin. I’ve killed more people than she’s probably even met in her life. While I never took pleasure in it, after a while, I stopped feelinganything at all.
That’s why I can’t let go right now.
Ellie’s awakened something I haven’t felt in longer than I can remember. Pleasure. Need.
Longing.
It’s life-giving water to a dehydrated body. And even though my dick is so hard it physically hurts, I don’t want it to stop.
Ellie’s eyelashes flutter against my skin and she makes a sexy little moan. Her hand slides up my bare chest to curl in my hair.
The longer she sleeps, the more sure I become—this isn’t over today. She can’t leave until I know exactly what she’s running from. Not until I know who Grant Chamberlain is. Not until I know she’s safe.
I’m bringing you home.
Like hell he is.
She’s in my arms—soft, warm, and safe.
Let him try to take her.
If that bastard comes anywhere near her, I’ll show him what a real nightmare looks like.
And bury him on this mountain.
CHAPTER SIX
ELLIE
I wasn’t preparedto wake up in Anson Blackwood’s arms—or for the way my whole body lit up at the feel of him against me. I don’t know how he ended up in this bed with me. Right now? I don’t care. I’m warm, surrounded by his strength, and it’s everything I need.
His chest rises and falls slowly beneath me. My body is molded to his, every plush bit pressed up against hard muscle. It’sdivine.
As I wake up further, other details come into focus. Like how soft his hair is beneath my fingers because my hand is curled against his nape. And the feel of his calloused palm where it lays against the small of my back. Even better, his other large hand cups my ass. Those fingers are… my body heats and my nipples harden. Those fingers are almost where I want them. A fraction of an inch lower and I’d feel them on my core.
I shift slightly, body fully on board with where these thoughts are leading.
Anson’s hand squeezes my ass, pressing me against the hard bulge I feel against my belly.
A breathy moan escapes my lips. I want to rub against him like a cat.
Beneath me, Anson’s chest rumbles, and Ifeelit from my breasts to my pussy. Heat sizzles through my veins, arrowing down between my legs until I’m wet and aching. The sensation finally breaks through the haze of desire.
Because as much as I want it, he doesn’t. I can’t forget that. Even when he makes my body feel this good.
I shift to the side, planning to slip out before he wakes. The moment I move, his arms tighten around me, fingers pressing into my skin.
My breath catches as wetness floods my core. He must feel it. His hand isright there.My cheeks heat in mortification. It’s bad enough I’m sprawled over his body. Now I’m… I can’t even think it.
“Ellie,” he breathes against my temple.
Because of course he’s awake. That makes this whole embarrassing situation better.
“Morning!” I say as bright as I can, like none of this is happening. I move off his chest, already missing his heat, and sit up.
