face. Imagining him in silk pajama bottoms, hanging low on his hips made all sorts of wicked thoughts flicker through my mind.
“I don’t…” The words died out as he crawled onto the large bed, sliding his hand under my neck. God, how I wanted to turn toward him and rub my face against the smoothness of his skin. A subtle scent of something altogether Blake had my eyes closing so I could take more into my senses. The fragrance intoxicated me. Pulled at my insides until my legs moved in his direction in an effort to curl around his frame. Salvation. Make everything disappear. Even if only for this moment. Take it all away. Save me from my own mind. From the hell of the last month.
“Sit, Kaitlyn.” So soft spoken, yet direct.
My eyes fluttered open, the need gone. I obeyed and let him slide the shirt over my head. He hadn’t been lying. As I put my arms through the sleeves, I knew the material would have hugged every muscle he possessed. With me, it engulfed my skinny body. Hell, if I had been a few inches taller, I could have rocked the runaway. Cover modeling had worked because of my face. The curves and my height had kept me from getting on the catwalk. Not that I minded. The last thing I had wanted was to be any more exposed than I already was. Seeing my face on billboards and magazines had been more than enough. To have a room full of people surrounding me and taking pictures while I was displayed in some see-through or ridiculous outfit was not my cup of tea. The handful of strangers I was exposed to on shoots was more than enough.
“There.” He pulled the shirt down and eased me back. Blake’s palm didn’t move from the back of my neck. “Can I ask you something, Kaitlyn?” The length of his thumb made a path over the front of my throat and he stopped abruptly, removing his hand. “What will you do when you go home?”
“Hmm.” I thought over his question while I sat up and pulled the covers back, climbing under them. The silk was cool against my skin, but quickly became a comfortable temperature.
“I mean, do you have somewhere to go? Friends? A boyfriend?” He looked down. “I just need to know you’re going to be alright after I take you back.”
Did he really care? By the way his brow furrowed, it told me he did. The good part of him was shining through. I could see it was bothering him that one of the slaves might not fare so well after his rescuing. Well, I had to give him props for caring enough to ask.
“No need to worry, Mr. Morgan. I’ll be perfectly fine. I have a place. Friends. No need to stress over it.” All lies. If everyone knew I was missing, my apartment might not even be available anymore. Not at the rate they charged. My shit was probably sitting out by the road or in storage somewhere. Who knew? I’d never met a person who’d gone missing before. As for friends, no, I wasn’t going to any of them looking like I did. They were all shallow. Fake. Just thinking about running into any of them made me feel sick. What would they think about what happened? My looks? I didn’t want to know.
He shifted on the bed and laid down next to me. “What about a deeper connection. A boyfriend? Someone who can actually take care of you?”
“I take care of myself just fine. Never needed a man for that.” Pain flickered in my back as I rolled onto my side, facing him. The movement had taken so much strength , my eyes instantly closed from exhaustion. At his deep exhale, I almost smiled. What did he think about that response? I couldn’t tell. Maybe he assumed, or it was quite possible he didn’t like my answer.
Blake’s scent got stronger as I felt him move closer.
The hair was brushed back from my face and sleep beckoned. Keeping my eyes open a moment longer was impossible. I let the gentle caress relax me until I was somewhere between deep sleep and unconsciousness. Tingles covered every inch of my body while I lingered. In the far off distance, I could hear Blake’s
“I don’t…” The words died out as he crawled onto the large bed, sliding his hand under my neck. God, how I wanted to turn toward him and rub my face against the smoothness of his skin. A subtle scent of something altogether Blake had my eyes closing so I could take more into my senses. The fragrance intoxicated me. Pulled at my insides until my legs moved in his direction in an effort to curl around his frame. Salvation. Make everything disappear. Even if only for this moment. Take it all away. Save me from my own mind. From the hell of the last month.
“Sit, Kaitlyn.” So soft spoken, yet direct.
My eyes fluttered open, the need gone. I obeyed and let him slide the shirt over my head. He hadn’t been lying. As I put my arms through the sleeves, I knew the material would have hugged every muscle he possessed. With me, it engulfed my skinny body. Hell, if I had been a few inches taller, I could have rocked the runaway. Cover modeling had worked because of my face. The curves and my height had kept me from getting on the catwalk. Not that I minded. The last thing I had wanted was to be any more exposed than I already was. Seeing my face on billboards and magazines had been more than enough. To have a room full of people surrounding me and taking pictures while I was displayed in some see-through or ridiculous outfit was not my cup of tea. The handful of strangers I was exposed to on shoots was more than enough.
“There.” He pulled the shirt down and eased me back. Blake’s palm didn’t move from the back of my neck. “Can I ask you something, Kaitlyn?” The length of his thumb made a path over the front of my throat and he stopped abruptly, removing his hand. “What will you do when you go home?”
“Hmm.” I thought over his question while I sat up and pulled the covers back, climbing under them. The silk was cool against my skin, but quickly became a comfortable temperature.
“I mean, do you have somewhere to go? Friends? A boyfriend?” He looked down. “I just need to know you’re going to be alright after I take you back.”
Did he really care? By the way his brow furrowed, it told me he did. The good part of him was shining through. I could see it was bothering him that one of the slaves might not fare so well after his rescuing. Well, I had to give him props for caring enough to ask.
“No need to worry, Mr. Morgan. I’ll be perfectly fine. I have a place. Friends. No need to stress over it.” All lies. If everyone knew I was missing, my apartment might not even be available anymore. Not at the rate they charged. My shit was probably sitting out by the road or in storage somewhere. Who knew? I’d never met a person who’d gone missing before. As for friends, no, I wasn’t going to any of them looking like I did. They were all shallow. Fake. Just thinking about running into any of them made me feel sick. What would they think about what happened? My looks? I didn’t want to know.
He shifted on the bed and laid down next to me. “What about a deeper connection. A boyfriend? Someone who can actually take care of you?”
“I take care of myself just fine. Never needed a man for that.” Pain flickered in my back as I rolled onto my side, facing him. The movement had taken so much strength , my eyes instantly closed from exhaustion. At his deep exhale, I almost smiled. What did he think about that response? I couldn’t tell. Maybe he assumed, or it was quite possible he didn’t like my answer.
Blake’s scent got stronger as I felt him move closer.
The hair was brushed back from my face and sleep beckoned. Keeping my eyes open a moment longer was impossible. I let the gentle caress relax me until I was somewhere between deep sleep and unconsciousness. Tingles covered every inch of my body while I lingered. In the far off distance, I could hear Blake’s
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