Steamy Dreams
I stumbled, catching myself on the bedpost, and Deuce turned to face me with supernatural speed.
But then something unexpected happened. His expression softened, just slightly, and he crossed the room before I could retreat, he cupped my face in his hands, tilting my head up to meet his gaze then he kissed me.
It was nothing like the possessive kisses we’d shared earlier. This was almost gentle, searching, and it confused me more than anything else he could have done.
“Are you a cop?” he asked when he pulled back, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Did one of the rival packs send you?”