“My shoulder is fine.”
“You bled through the bandage.”
“And you fixed it.”
“That does not make you invincible.”
“No.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “But it puts you right where I want you.”
I should move.
I do not move.
His shirt rides up around my thighs, and there is nothing beneath it. The moment I remember that, his body does too. He goes still under me.
His hands tighten on my hips.
“Reina.”
My name sounds different now.
Rougher.
Hungrier.
I swallow. “Yes?”
“You wearing anything under my shirt?”
Heat floods every inch of me.
I shake my head.
His jaw flexes.
“Say it.”
My breath shivers. “No.”
His eyes close for one second.
When they open, they are dark enough to steal mine.
“Then I need you to decide something.”
“What?”
“Do you want breakfast first, or do you want me?”
A laugh almost escapes me, shocked and breathless.
Then he shifts beneath me, and I feel exactly how much he means it.
The laugh dies.
“I want you.”
His mouth is on mine before the last word fades.