Hot Alphas by Lora Leigh Page B

around his cock.
    How sweet she tasted.
    How tight she felt wrapped around his engorged flesh.
    He was thinking about things he should never be thinking about and he knew it.
    â€œI try real hard not to think too much where you’re concerned,” he grunted as he lifted the remote and flipped the television on. “It’s too damned dangerous.”
    Yeah, like he might decide to actually stop pretending that he didn’t want her.
    Lifting her foot from his hard thigh, where he’d been absently rubbing her arch, Erin swung her legs around and rose from the couch.
    â€œI have things to do,” she stated.
    She had no intentions of watching several hours of the news as they had the night before.
    â€œSure.” He sounded distracted, he might want her to think he was distracted, but she could feel his gaze on her. Like a physical touch, stroking along her back, her thighs.
    She almost rolled her eyes.
    She wasn’t going to beg him, if that was what he wanted. And she was damned if she would make the first move.
    Her bedroom door closed quietly.
    Running his hand over his face Turk clenched his teeth and told himself he was not following her.
    He’d made it a week. Questions were being asked and several suspects were being investigated. Unfortunately, a lot of the bar’s customers had noticed the female bartender that was suddenly absent. Just as Cooper’s men had noticed those who pretended a disinterest, or too much interest.
    Then there were those who had noticed his absence as well.
    Blowing out a hard breath he leaned forward to the laptop opened on the wood coffee table. Waking the laptop and pulling up the surveillance cameras outside the apartment building he took note of each vehicle, comparing them mentally to those that were often seen at the bar.
    Next he tapped into the bar’s cameras and the program Gabby had running from Erin’s apartment. Everything looked good there.
    There wasn’t a damned thing for him to fill the upcoming hours with. Nothing to distract himself with.
    God, what was he doing to himself?
    What was he doing to himself as well as Erin?
    He’d spent three months keeping other men away from her, watching her like a hungry wolf, telling himself he was saving both of them by not taking her, by not giving in to whatever kept drawing them toward each other.
    He wasn’t saving either of them a damned thing. He was killing himself. And if he wasn’t careful he’d lose any chance he may have at the heart of the woman he couldn’t force himself to stay away from.
    He’d lost his mind.…
    Or had he lost something far more serious? he wondered as he rose from the couch and turned slowly to the closed bedroom door.
    Had he lost something he hadn’t even been aware he actually possessed?
    *   *   *
    â€œErin.” The bedroom door opened several hours later, Turk’s tall, powerful body stepping into the dimly lit room.
    She lay back on the queen-size bed, the small lamp that sat on the bedside table not nearly enough to fully illuminate the shadowed planes and angles of his face.
    Erin stared at him from across the room, never shifting position. Lying back on the pillows, one arm curled beneath her head, the other rested just beneath a breast.
    The thin gray cami top snuggly outlined her breasts while matching brief boy shorts made her legs look longer.
    The sleepwear was comfortable, but as lust burned in his chocolate-brown eyes she realized exactly how little it was covering as well.
    Turk prowled closer to the bed, his eyes darkening to nearly black as his gaze moved over her slowly.
    â€œI’m not in the mood for one of your quickies,” she informed him, though she knew better.
    Her body was primed and ready for whatever the hell he wanted to give her for however long he wanted to give it to her.
    Her mouth dried out as he gripped the bottom of his T-shirt, stripped it off, and dropped