I giggle a little, and I feel the worry being doused by my excitement to be in his arms again.
“Do you want to go back to the interrogation room?” I say with a vixen’s ambition.
“Why?” he muses innocently.
My devious gaze catches his eyes, and I rise up to pull his shirt back on.
“We can play with the chains some more now that I’m not under the effects of anything,” I seduce, and his eyes teem with menacing excitement.
“Fuck yes,” he declares, and he jerks on his pants with haste. “Damn, I almost forgot how fucking incredible you are,” he snickers out, and then he pins me against the wall.
I smirk a little and my lips stroll over his chest before I almost pierce the skin.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad to be under the effects of something,” I smolder out, and he swallows hard against the seductive knot I’ve forced into his throat.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he breathes.
“I’m yours now. Do whatever you want,” I tempt, and slams my back against the wall as his lips claim mine without mercy.
This is going to be one Hale of a reconciliation.
His arms are still clinging to me as his steady breaths rattle softly against my forehead. I’ve always loved watching him sleep for some reason. It’s the only time he seems so at peace. The rest of the time he’s forced to endure the same struggles we all are.
A knock at the door forces me to climb out from under the gentle hybrid, and I close the door of the bedroom behind me while securing his shirt onto my body. I open the door to a grinning Clay, and I cover my face in embarrassment.
“So, should I have stayed to watch?” he teases as he gauges my shirt.
I roll my eyes and go to the kitchen to pour out the old coffee we never drank before making a new batch.
“I hate my savage side,” I grumble, and he bursts out laughing.
“It was definitely turned up last night,” he mocks, and then I grab an apple from the counter.
“You have no idea,” I utter with sheer humiliation seeping out.
“I’m assuming you two blood fucked after I left because you weren’t in the mood for games last night,” he asserts far too bluntly.
“You’re an ass,” I scoff.
“Your ass looked pretty damn good in these,” he teases, and he hands me the shards of fabric from my lace panties that were shredded under Hale’s hands and left in the interrogation room for all to see.
“Fuck my life,” I growl, and I grab the remnants from him to toss them into the trash.
He roars out his laughter, and I continue my feverish blushing.
“The chains were out, the underwear remained in tatters, and there were smudge prints all over the glass. I’m glad the two of you didn’t break the room,” he chuckles out.
The smudges on the glass are from the second time we returned to the interrogation room. Fuck.
“Please tell me no one else knows,” I whimper.
“Everyone knows, but no one gives a damn,” he snickers. “Most everyone is just jealous. Where’s Hale?”
I shrug casually so as not to give anything away to the man who has been dying for us to reconcile. I dare not let him derive any joy from this moment considering how gravely he has just humiliated me.
“He must still be in bed. He stayed up late researching and working out,” I murmur misleadingly.
“Oh. Did he find anything?” he asks curiously.
