I took in the sight of him in his gym shorts. His chest still glistened fr
om his shower. He was gorgeous. His body was perfection. Each ab muscle well defined. And his arms…
Thank you, God.
“Cherie.” He had a knowing smile on his face as he leaned down, trapping me between his arms. “You’re somewhere else…”
I licked my lips. “You could say that.”
He ran his nose along mine, before finally leaning in for a kiss. “Maybe you’re hungry for something other than food?”
“If you’re going to prance around in that outfit, then yeah. I’d say so.”
His deep laugh ran through me, warming me from the inside. “Prance? Outfit? I’m feeling a little objectified.”
I sighed, dreamily. “You should be. I’m definitely objectifying you right now.” I ran my hands down his stomach, and he leaned forward, biting my lip.
His kisses were addictive. They drowned out all the bad. All the scary. And I had a lot of that going on in my head. But one touch, and I was gone.
I moaned as his tongue touched mine, and then I melted into the bed.
Yeah. I could get used to this. As he reached under my tank top, all coherent thought fled. All I wanted was more.
I let myself get lost in the sensation of his body against mine.
More. I needed more.
Chapter Thirteen
I never did get around to eating that burrito, but after our heavy make-out session, I slept like a baby. When I woke up, I reached over for him.
The sheets were cold.
Dastien.
“I’m here,” he said.
The tone of his voice was off. Too quiet, with a hint of annoyance. Something was wrong. I sat up. He had the TV on silent, and the news was on. It played helicopter footage looking over a street of burned houses in the middle of the woods.
My heart stopped. “No.” I slid from the bed, and moved to his side. Dastien’s hand found mine as he un-muted the TV.
“…dashboard camera footage led the police to this compound. The suspects in question—”
I sank onto the couch and muted the TV again, unable to listen to more. “How did this happen?”
“The video auto-uploaded to the police servers. Someone leaked it to the media.” Dastien rubbed a hand against his head.
“How much did they see?” And please don’t say everything…
“From the moment the cars rolled onto the compound, until your dad turned off the cameras. It’s all on there. Three cop cars. Three angles.”
My heart pounded in my ears as the realization hit me. “The whole world knows about us.”
“It gets worse.”
I swallowed. “What do you mean it gets worse? How could it possibly get any fucking worse?”
He put his arm around me. “You have to calm down.”