“I’m talking about life, brother. Take care of her. And get some damn food in her fridge. That’s sad. Send me the contract when you’re done and I’ll file it. That way Will can’t question your rights at Sanctum. Because he’s going to. You need to think about how you’re going to handle that whole family. Good luck. I wouldn’t want to deal with Bridget.” He closed the door.

He hadn’t thought about her family the night before. He’d been too busy thinking about how damn good it felt to finally sink into Lisa. It didn’t matter. They would have to accept the relationship or they could tell her the truth, and no one wanted Lisa freaking out and running headlong into danger. Will would simply have to see that his youngest sister was fully capable of making decisions for herself. And she’d decided on him.

He heard the shower running in the bathroom and suddenly food didn’t seem all that appealing. There was something he wanted way more.

God, this desire in his gut was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He’d thought it would be banked this morning after how well they’d fed it the night before. Instead, it was as though now he knew how good it was between them and his dick couldn’t wait. His dick had a taste and didn’t want anything else.

It was going to be all right. He could handle this. He could take care of her and enjoy her, and when it was over they would both have a fond memory. That was all. They would go their separate ways and not regret having cared about each other for these weeks or months.

She hummed while she was in the shower.

He stood there listening to her for a moment, the sweet sound piercing him in a way very little did anymore.

Was he the one in over his head?

It didn’t matter because there was no going back now. Warm heat hit him as he entered the bathroom. Through the opaque shower door he could see the graceful lines of her body. He dropped his jeans and joined his new sub in the shower. It was time to put their relationship on solid ground. It would be good for her. Despite the fact that this relationship was real, he would be foolish not to use it to help keep her safe.

She turned, her lips curling up. Her hair was wet, dropping down slightly past her waist. Yes, she was a siren calling him away from safety. Calling him right to her. “You got rid of Big Tag pretty fast.”

“I can work miracles when I need to,” he promised, reaching out for her. “Come here, chèrie.”

When she moved into his arms, nothing had ever felt so right.

Chapter Six