“Do you have any idea how sexy that is?”

I smiled to myself, the faintest curving of my lips. I could feel the evidence of how sexy he found me pressed against my lower back, so yeah, I had some idea.

He flicked my nipples, and my eyes snapped open as I hissed in a breath.

“Put your hands on the window,” he ordered. This was new.

Reluctantly, I obeyed. I was so comfortable there, leaning against him while he fondled me. But I’d play along . . . so long as there was more fondling. I’m a big fan of fondling.

I pressed both of my hands against the window, fingers splayed.

“Spread your legs. Shoulder width.”

My belly did a little flip-flop as I did as he said. My heart was pounding, and all of the blood it was pumping seemed to be pooling in my core.

Garth took a step backward, leaving me chilled and alone at the window. But only for a second. His finger slid inside me, and I gasped, head drooping.

I didn’t think about anything for the rest of the night. I couldn’t. I was too busy gasping and moaning and begging for more. Always more.

And not once did Garth deny me.

Chapter Nine

I woke late into the morning in Garth’s bed and, once again, managed to untangle myself from him without waking him completely. He roused just enough to turn onto his side, and his breathing soon returned to the slow, even rhythm of deep sleep.

Moving as quietly as possible, I made my way around the foot of the bed to gather up my borrowed clothes. I carried them into the living room, shutting the bedroom door behind me. Once I’d donned the oversized T-shirt, I sat on the sectional, feet tucked beneath me. I fished my cards out of my backpack, doing my best not to disturb the cat dozing in a lone sliver of hazy sunlight on the far armrest.

The previous night had been fun—oh, who was I kidding, it had been amazing—but it didn’t mean I was any less focused on finding a way to help those infected with the mystery disease. If anything, it made me more determined to eliminate the disease so I could be sure the rest of the humans in my city were safe from infection. To make sure Garth was safe.

I pulled the vintage silver compact mirror from the pocket of my leather jacket and opened it, propping it up against a TV remote on the coffee table. Dom was there in the reflection, and I could see his lips moving, but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. Brow furrowed, I touched the pendant hanging from the silver chain around my neck.

My heart skipped a beat or three. It wasn’t there.

My lips parted, and I ran through the events of the previous night. I’d removed it when I was undressing, and I’d set it somewhere . . . but where? It hadn’t exactly been my main focus at the time.