“Don’t call me that.” My dick seemed to like the way he said it, and I was not okay with that.
Byron chuckled as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. “We’ve got to go and see Dara later today and I didn’t want to give you the chance to run away from me again.”
I blinked at him. “I didn’t run away. You did.”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “I think you’ll find I left you standing in your own little pity party before you could run away from me.”
He was insufferable when he was right. “And what do you mean visit Dara?”
“Vlad has ordered me to take you to see her, so you’re stuck with me for the day.”
“What?”
“I might have mentioned about me holding your magic to the others.” Byron stood, slid his coat off and folded it over the back of my armchair. He then removed his guns, dropping them into the seat and started to unbutton his trousers.
“What are you doing?”
He raised a sharp eyebrow. “I’m taking my clothes off so I can get into bed with you.”
“Fuck off,” I spluttered in disbelief. “No, you’re not.”
He pouted like I’d genuinely upset him. “But I want to.”
“Tough shit.” Although part of me was a little thrilled that he wanted to stay. There was something comforting about the thought of having a certified hitman sleeping next to me. At least nothing would kill me whilst he was here.
Maybe I’d actually get some sleep.
Byron let his trousers fall, and he stepped out of his boots before whipping his black turtleneck over his head.
Holy fuck.
Byron was delicious. He was toned but not in an ‘I’ve-been-to-the-gym-every day’ way. It was more like he’d earned every muscle from fighting in the streets. From fighting for his life. His thighs were thick and powerful, his chest wide and hips narrow. There were smatterings of scars all over his body and some looked newer than others, still having that pink tinge to them. He also had a tattoo on his left pec, just above his heart but he was too far away for me to see what it said.
“You’re drooling,” he said, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Am not.” There was a distinct possibility that I could be.
He snorted as he dropped to all fours and crawled up the bed beside me. I licked my lips as I watched the muscles ripple in his back and jeez, the round globes of his ass were breathtaking. Every inch of the man looked lethal and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this man was a predator despite only being human. It was impressive.
Fucking hell, I must be more tired than I thought. There was no way I was admiring this man. And what the fuck was he doing in my bed? What the fuck was I doing letting him get into my bed?!
Byron flopped onto his back next to me and pulled the covers over him. “Can I kiss you?”
“No.”
“Can I hold you?”
“No.”
Byron huffed and folded his arms across his chest. “You’re no fun.”
I threw my hands up in the air. “What did you expect, Byron? You’ve broken into my house and invited yourself into my bed despite me telling you not to. Did you think you could just turn up and fuck me?”
He turned to face me, and he had the most adorable pout on his face. “Yes. Pretty much. You kissed me.”
A laugh slipped past my lips before I could hold it back. “You’re ridiculous. I only kissed you to get my magic back.”
“Now I know that’s a lie,” he replied. “You were still kissing me after your magic had left me.”