Page 32 of One Killer Night

He chuckles, nipping at my skin, making me wiggle around to face him with my arms squeezed in between us.

I lift my finger to trace the black-and-white outline of the wings that peek over his shoulder. The tattoo spans the whole top of his back, and the delicate tips of the feathers end on his neck. It’s hot as hell.

“What made you get this one?” He licks his lips as he smirks at me but says nothing. I swallow, trying not to blush, opting to bite my bottom lip instead.

“It was for the Sarah McLachlan song. For all the adopted pets.”

I giggle. “Liar.”

He winks as my finger lands on another tattoo, an intimidating-looking skull close to his throat. I raise my brows.

“Let me guess ... You were a really big fan of the TV showBones.”

He’s still silent, just smiling. But the way he’s looking at me tells me he’s enjoying this little game as much as I am.

“Are you going to tell me about any of them?” I flirt quietly, my finger drifting over another.

His voice is gravelly as he closes his eyes, enjoying my touch. “How about you choose your favorite, and I tell you about that one.”

I grin, scooting away just enough to wave my hand over the whole front of his body. “This one.”

He laughs before tucking his hand between me and the mattress and flips me over. I shriek as my back is pulled to his front again and his arms wrap around me in a deliciously tight hug.

“No more Q and A. I want to enjoy the best sex I’ve ever had before we take a catnap because then it’s counters.”Called it.

The moment he squeezes me tight, all I can seem to think is:Is it weird to send Walgreens a thank-you card?

Because I’d really like to say,Thanks for being open on Halloween so that I could be a dino patron and meet the potential man of my dreams.

Chapter Seven

Noah

My bedroom’s drenched in darkness as my eyes spring open, my pulse racing like I just ran the hundred in the Olympics. Only the sound of my heart thuds in my ears. Holy shit. I blink rapidly, scrambling internally for my bearings, not unable to move but still heavy with fear.

Fuck.There’s sweat on my brow. I lift a hand to my forehead, slicking my hair away, before I try and swallow, but the sting of my nightmare seems to still be leaving its mark because my throat’s aching from strain.

I was trying to shout in my sleep.

Breathe, Noah. Just breathe. You’re home. In Boston. Focus on the now.

I don’t remember what I was dreaming about, but it doesn’t matter. The aftereffect is always the same. Damn, I haven’t had something like this happen to me in a long while. They used to happen a lot when I first left home, but it’s been months since I can remember feeling like this.

I let out a quiet exhale, trying to pin down what triggered it. But the reasonable part of my brain finally wakes up.Or maybe just stop being a fucking head case?

As if the universe knows to throw me a bone to pull me from my fucked-up mind, a soft sigh catches my dark, swirling thoughts, grounding them instantly as I turn my head and lay eyes on her.Goldie.

She’s snuggled up to me, head rested on my arm. Her rich, thick locks are strewn out over my bicep. So peaceful and ... beautiful. My mind drifts away from the hairs on the back of my neck, still standing on end, and firmly to the memory of her straddling me.

And the way her body moved in response to everything I did made me half wonder in the moment if I’d have to say the thing no man wants to excuse—I swear this never happens to me ... I always last longer.

The blanket falls as she moves, exposing a peek of her nipple.

So fucking gorgeous and soft and supple.

Like velvet.

I stare back up at the ceiling, having heard the words in my head like the old barbershop dude inComing to America. My mind clears as I half smirk and refocus on the present.