Oh, boy.
“I do slow down eventually,” he said. “After the first couple of hours or so.”
Couple of hours . . . I slid my hand down his chest to his stomach, feeling the hard ridges of muscle. I’d wanted to do that for so long. “It’s good that we have a whole box of condoms.”
He laughed low, like a satiated predatory cat, and swung me on top of him.
CHAPTER 18
I OPENED MY EYES, SAW LIGHT, AND JERKED UP-RIGHT.
The magic was still down. Thank the universe.
The bed was back in its rightful place. Oh, good. I’d dreamed the whole thing up.
Curran walked into the room. He wore Pack sweatpants he must’ve gotten out of my closet and nothing else. Toned muscle bulged on his chest and arms, hardened by constant exertion. He had the build of a man who fought for his life—neither too bulky, nor too lean, a perfect combination of strength and supple quickness.
And he grinned like a man who’d had a rather long and exciting night.
Nope. Not a dream.
I did sleep with him. Dear God.
Curran’s gray eyes laughed at me. “Morning.”
“Tell me I’m still sleeping.”
He showed me the edge of his teeth. “No.”
I lay back down and pulled the sheet on top of me. I couldn’t have been that reckless.
“It’s too late for that,” he said. “I’ve already seen everything. Actually I’m pretty sure I’ve already touched and tasted everything, too.”
“I just need a moment to cope with this.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
That was what I was afraid of.
It occurred to me that I didn’t hear any barking. “Where is my dog?”
“I let him out.”
I jerked up. “On his own?”
“He’ll come back once he’s done. He knows where the food is.”
Curran strode over to the bed, moving silently, his bare toes gripping the floor lightly as he walked, as if he still had claws. He really was an incredibly attractive bastard. He leaned over the bed. His lips brushed mine. He kissed me. And I kissed him back. He tasted of Curran and toothpaste. Clearly, I had lost my mind.
“Did I hurt you last night?”
I could’ve used many words to describe last night, but pain wasn’t one of them. “No.”
“I wasn’t sure since you told me to stop.”
“Yes, at five in the morning.” He just kept going and going, and at about five o’clock, my body gave out. “I had to have sleep. But I’m nice and rested now.” Why did that just come out of my mouth?
He looked like a cat who’d gotten into a pantry and had himself a cream and catnip party. “Is that a hint?”
“Would you like it to be?” I just couldn’t stop myself.
He grinned and slid into the bed next to me. “Yes.”
Half an hour later, I escaped and started looking for my clothes. The air smelled of java—he’d made coffee for me.
I got dressed and went into the kitchen to fry an omelet and call Andrea for updates.
“You’re two hours late,” she told me. “Are you okay? You’re never late. Do you need me to come and get you?”
“No. I’m fine. Just tired.”
Curran loaded bread into the toaster.
“Any news of my Mary?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
We dodged the bullet. “Thanks.”
“Wait, don’t hang up.”
“Yes?”
Andrea lowered her voice. “Raphael found out more gossip about the gym thing.”
Curran glanced at me.
I had to head her off at the pass before she said something Raphael would regret. “Now isn’t the best time . . .”
“Look, you, I’m hiding in the armory with the phone, watching the door, and whispering so nobody will overhear me. I feel like a kid cutting class hiding in the bathroom with a joint. The least you can do is hear me out. Raphael says that Curran lay there on the weight bench for fifteen whole minutes trying to lift the damn bar, even though it was welded on there.”
Curran’s face took on an inscrutable impression.
“Aha,” I said. “Aha” was a good word. Noncommittal.
“He broke it.”
“I’m sorry?”
“He broke the bar off. And then he smashed the bench with the bar. Bashed the thing to pieces.”
Just kill me now. “Aha.”
“He must have a lot of frustration. The man’s unstable. So watch your back, okay?”
“Will do. Thanks.”
I hung up and looked at him. “You broke the bench.”
“You broke it. I just finished the job.”
“It wasn’t one of my brightest moments.”
He shrugged. “No. I just didn’t get it until I saw the catnip. I thought you were taunting me. It was unexpected.” He growled under his breath. “I’m going to muzzle Raphael.”
“He just wants his financial machinations approved.”
“Are you asking me to do this for him?”
“No.”
I turned the gas off and got out two blue metal plates. I’d given up on breakable plates after the last time my front door got broken and demonic mermaids wrecked my kitchen. I split the omelet between the plates and stopped when Curran’s arms closed about me. He pulled me against him, pressing my back against his chest. I heard him inhale my scent. His lips grazed my temple. Here we were, alone, in my kitchen, holding each other while breakfast cooled on the table. This was some sort of alternate universe, with a different Kate, who wasn’t hunted like a wild animal and who could have these sorts of things.
“What’s up?” I asked softly.
“Just making sure you know you’re caught.”
He kissed my neck and I leaned against him. I could stay for days wrapped in him like this. I’d sunk in way too fast and way too deep. Yes, this was all well and good, but what happened when he saw the next conquest on the horizon? The thought cut at me. Apparently, I was still fragile. “I didn’t break any bones last night, did I?”
“No. But that was a hell of a kick. I saw pretty lights for a moment or two.”
“Served you right.”
We broke apart, slightly awkward. He checked the fridge. “Is there any pie?”
“In the bread box.”
He extracted the pie from the box and sniffed the crust. “Apple.”
“Made it yesterday.” Magic apples thawed well.
“For me?”
“Maybe.”
