Page 40 of Property of Scythe

He flops back against the pillows. “I’m not talking you out of this, am I?”

“Nope.”

“We need to be smart about it, Lottie.”

“Meaning?”

“I’m bringing the prospect you like with us. He can watch for trouble while we’re inside your place.” He shakes his head. “Packing suitcases,” he adds with an amused smile.

“Hey, this is in your best interest. I’ll be happy. Happy girls are horny girls.”

His head tilts to the side. “Are you using the possibility of sex to get me to agree?”

“Well, no, you already agreed.”

“Lottie Bishop, baby, you’re too fucking much.”

I have no idea if that’s a bad or good thing. I’m guessing it’s good because he can’t seem to resist me. “That’s why you want me. I’m unpredictable.”

“Right. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re beautiful, kind, sweet to my little girl, or have the best ass I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying that because you saw my thong.”

“Hell yeah, I am. Don’t you ever look in the mirror?”

Before I can stop him, he’s scooping me up and carrying me over to the full-length mirror in the room. “Look. So fucking pretty.”

I can feel the heat seeping into my cheeks.

“Aw. Don’t be embarrassed, darlin’. I fucking love your sexy ass.” He slaps my bottom cheeks to prove his point. “Now, bend over and let me nibble.”

“What?” I slap his shoulder. Not hard, but enough to make him laugh.

“I’m rethinking the idea of moving in with you.”

The humor in his eyes vanishes. His hands rise, and his palms cradle my face. “Your safety is a priority. I might be teasing you right now, but there’s something you should know.”

“What’s that?” I ask, almost breathless.

“Fate brought you to me, Lottie Bishop. No psycho is taking you away.”

That was sweet. In a somewhat morbid kind of way. “I guess I mean a lot to you, huh?”

“I’m serious, baby. When you stumbled into this nightmare, you became mine.”

“Yours?”

“Yeah. My ride or die. My fucking woman.”

We hadn’t done more than kiss. This was crazy. “We haven’t done anything yet.”

“Like?”

He knows what I mean and just wants to hear me say it. “Sex.”

“It’s happening.”

“I decide when.”