before wheeling away.
“Hey—”
“You about broke me. Quiet,” she snapped, the laughter in her voice lightening his mood further as she retreated to the bathroom. He sank back into the bed, his hand lifting to massage his jaw. He’d never smiled more in his life than in the days since he’d met Nicki Clark.
She was back moments later, piling into bed with him, her gaze searching his face as she forgot her hesitation for a moment. He didn’t let her recover it, instead reaching out and pulling her against him.
“That was amazing—and you are amazing,” he said, his chest quaking as she laughed against his body.
“I think you’ve shunted off a ton of adrenaline. A good thing for the mission.”
“And for that I’m intensely grateful. I’ll note it in the report.”
She burrowed a little more closely in his arms, as if she was born for his embrace. “Appreciated, sir,” she said.
He leaned close to brush his lips against her hair, and held her tight.
Chapter Nine
Nicki woke with a start, her body dwarfed by the enormous bed. She blinked, but she knew where she was. It wasn’t a dream, despite the fact that she hadn’t woken up in a room as tidy as this since she’d shared college dorm rooms with Emmaline.
In fact—the room looked too clean. Almost swept.
She moved up against the pillows. The bed was cool beside her. Stefan had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around her, but he clearly hadn’t been there for the whole night. The dinner dishes on the table outside were gone, the wine taken away and glasses removed. The glasses on the nightstand had vanished as well. There was no evidence that Stefan had remained there, she realized. No visible clothing, no drawers left askew, nothing out of place on the tables. Even the remote for the TV was in its holder.
Had he abandoned the room in the middle of the night, a wolf gnawing off its own leg to get out of a trap?
“You slept well?”
“Oh!” Nicki’s pulse jacked as she turned to see Stefan leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. He was freshly showered, his hair slicked back carefully over his brow, his body draped in a low slung towel. Nicki’s gaze dropped to his damp chest with its scatter of fine hair—and then it dropped further, following the trail as it pointed down his abs to his groin.
As she watched, the towel dropped to the floor.
Stefan didn’t give her a chance to react as he strode quickly across the room, climbing up on the bed until his shower-damp body flattened her to the sheets. His head dipped toward her and she squirmed to the side. “No!” she laughed. “Stop it, I need to fix my—”
“You don’t,” Stefan murmured, following the angle of her head until she surrendered and allowed him to kiss her. He kissed her mouth, her brow, and followed the line of her head and neck until he reached her outer shoulder. “You are as perfect this morning as you were last night.”
She turned beneath him, staring up at his impossibly chiseled face. “You can cut that out, you know. We’ve had sex.”
It was his turn to frown. “Cut what out?”
“The chivalry thing. I mean—it’s nice, don’t get me wrong. But it’s totally unnecessary. And it has to be exhausting.” Despite her best intention to stay focused, she was distracted by the curve of Stefan’s hard pecs and the tension in his biceps as he held himself above her, giving her space. Whatever, it allowed her to focus on his chest, not his face.
“I’ve broken my right leg and my left arm—here—” she pointed out the scars, clearly visible in the morning light, no matter how filtered it was through the French doors. “I cracked myself in the head when I was twenty falling off a monument and they glued my eyebrow back together—here.” She traced the line along her right eyebrow. I have a high hamstring tear that kicks up when I sprint if I don’t stretch out, and when I don’t have my nails manicured, I have a tendency to rip
“Hey—”
“You about broke me. Quiet,” she snapped, the laughter in her voice lightening his mood further as she retreated to the bathroom. He sank back into the bed, his hand lifting to massage his jaw. He’d never smiled more in his life than in the days since he’d met Nicki Clark.
She was back moments later, piling into bed with him, her gaze searching his face as she forgot her hesitation for a moment. He didn’t let her recover it, instead reaching out and pulling her against him.
“That was amazing—and you are amazing,” he said, his chest quaking as she laughed against his body.
“I think you’ve shunted off a ton of adrenaline. A good thing for the mission.”
“And for that I’m intensely grateful. I’ll note it in the report.”
She burrowed a little more closely in his arms, as if she was born for his embrace. “Appreciated, sir,” she said.
He leaned close to brush his lips against her hair, and held her tight.
Chapter Nine
Nicki woke with a start, her body dwarfed by the enormous bed. She blinked, but she knew where she was. It wasn’t a dream, despite the fact that she hadn’t woken up in a room as tidy as this since she’d shared college dorm rooms with Emmaline.
In fact—the room looked too clean. Almost swept.
She moved up against the pillows. The bed was cool beside her. Stefan had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around her, but he clearly hadn’t been there for the whole night. The dinner dishes on the table outside were gone, the wine taken away and glasses removed. The glasses on the nightstand had vanished as well. There was no evidence that Stefan had remained there, she realized. No visible clothing, no drawers left askew, nothing out of place on the tables. Even the remote for the TV was in its holder.
Had he abandoned the room in the middle of the night, a wolf gnawing off its own leg to get out of a trap?
“You slept well?”
“Oh!” Nicki’s pulse jacked as she turned to see Stefan leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. He was freshly showered, his hair slicked back carefully over his brow, his body draped in a low slung towel. Nicki’s gaze dropped to his damp chest with its scatter of fine hair—and then it dropped further, following the trail as it pointed down his abs to his groin.
As she watched, the towel dropped to the floor.
Stefan didn’t give her a chance to react as he strode quickly across the room, climbing up on the bed until his shower-damp body flattened her to the sheets. His head dipped toward her and she squirmed to the side. “No!” she laughed. “Stop it, I need to fix my—”
“You don’t,” Stefan murmured, following the angle of her head until she surrendered and allowed him to kiss her. He kissed her mouth, her brow, and followed the line of her head and neck until he reached her outer shoulder. “You are as perfect this morning as you were last night.”
She turned beneath him, staring up at his impossibly chiseled face. “You can cut that out, you know. We’ve had sex.”
It was his turn to frown. “Cut what out?”
“The chivalry thing. I mean—it’s nice, don’t get me wrong. But it’s totally unnecessary. And it has to be exhausting.” Despite her best intention to stay focused, she was distracted by the curve of Stefan’s hard pecs and the tension in his biceps as he held himself above her, giving her space. Whatever, it allowed her to focus on his chest, not his face.
“I’ve broken my right leg and my left arm—here—” she pointed out the scars, clearly visible in the morning light, no matter how filtered it was through the French doors. “I cracked myself in the head when I was twenty falling off a monument and they glued my eyebrow back together—here.” She traced the line along her right eyebrow. I have a high hamstring tear that kicks up when I sprint if I don’t stretch out, and when I don’t have my nails manicured, I have a tendency to rip
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