Chapter 43

Feeling sore, the next day I awoke to see grey eyes fixed on my neck with an unnerving intensity.

A knuckle slowly ran down the side of my face. "You're awake," he said softly.

With a yawn, I said, "Yes, Sherlock." It was a mercy I'd even managed to sleep at all, what with Vaughan's insatiable appetite. An involuntary blush warmed my cheeks at all we'd been up to last night, and his sharp eyes drew on it like a magnet.

His gaze lit with amusement and something darker. "A penny for your thoughts?" he asked.

"How about a treasure chest full of diamonds instead?" I asked, pushing off the bed.

"I could arrange that," he said, following along as I went into the shower.

When I made to shut the door in his face, he stopped my actions with a foot. He rose a brow. "I like to save water around here."

With a roll of my eyes and a reluctant curl of my lips, I opened the door wide, letting him in.

Then we proceeded to shower together, but not before he backed me up against the wall and did wicked