Page 17 of The Stolen Dagger

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DREW

F alling asleep next to the woman of my dreams was one thing, but waking up with her in my arms was another thing entirely.

Like everything had clicked into place.

Like everything was as it should be.

That was all I could think about when I woke up with Katherine curled against my side, her head resting on my chest, and her bare body pressed against mine.

My thoughts soon shifted to her last night, writhing and moaning underneath me. Pride filled my chest, knowing she screamed in pleasure from just my fingers and tongue.

After she had passed out in my arms with her leg draped over my hip, it took me a long while to fall asleep, knowing her bare pussy was inches from my raging hard-on.

I tried not to think of that fact now, but it proved to be impossible as blood pumped straight to my dick, like it did most times I thought about or laid eyes on Katherine .

Not wanting to disturb her sleep, I tried to think of something—anything else.

I thought of the situation we were in, of the man who attacked her last night and the other one who was still out there somewhere.

How am I going to stop Adrian before something worse happens to Katherine?

I had never felt for someone the way I did about Katherine, and it scared the hell out of me.

She had somehow wormed her way into my heart when I wasn’t paying attention. Hell, she’d made herself at home in there with her feet kicked up like she owned the damn place.

Not that I was complaining, because that was exactly where I wanted her. And more.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I tightened my arms around her as she slept, never wanting to let her out of my sight again.

There wasn’t a day after I met Katherine that she wasn’t constantly on my mind. Ever since our kiss, I had been planning to win her over and show her that what we had wasn’t something she could ignore.

And now that I’d gotten her to open up to me after months apart, I’d do anything to keep her safe by my side.

I needed to talk to Captain Rogers about Adrian. It was the only way I could think of to fix this.

Even though that meant betraying her trust and talking to him behind her back, it was better than the alternative. Because the thought of Katherine in any kind of danger made my stomach churn.

The weight of my decision sat like a rock in the pit of my stomach, but if it came down to it, I would do what was best for her.

I promised myself if I ever got the chance to be with her, I wouldn’t waste it, but the fear of losing her to a monster like Adrian …

I shuddered.

I’d do everything in my power to make sure she was safe.

But what would Katherine do when she found out? Would she yell? Would she scream? Would she leave me altogether?

Maybe. But it didn’t matter, because when it came down to it, her well-being came before all else.

I could only hope she’d forgive me.

Or, at the very least, understand why I did it and how far I would go to protect her.