“Sir, we’re here.” Iain clears his voice as I break away.

Slowly I pull my fingers out of her. She slides off my lap, smoothing her dress.

“Thank you, Iain. Sweep the property, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He doesn’t look back and exits the car.

Iain keeps the fucking crazy people away from me and what’s mine. He doesn’t ask questions, and is not afraid to get his hands dirty. I pay him a fortune. He’s worth it.

I turn to look at Raven, a wave of possessiveness coming over me as she tries not to yawn.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” I open the door and she reluctantly scoots out. Before she can protest, I sweep her up, ignoring Patty’s shocked face. She holds the door for us, and I carry Raven up the stairs, two at a time. I’ll take her to her room since she stayed with me last night. That’s enough.

She sighs as if she knows my thoughts, and my arms tighten. That possessive, almost caveman-like feeling sweeps over me again.

Goddammit. I’m hesitating… the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t hesitate, don’t question my needs.

I take.

This will end, but fuck it, I’m a shit. A selfish dick. She feels good, and I want her right now.

It’s as simple as that.

I. Want. Her.

Turning, I kick open my bedroom door. I have zero intention of ending us yet.

Chapter Eleven

RAVEN

“Raven?” I groan. My eyes feel like they have weights on them.

“No, it’s too early. I’m on vacation, summer break,” I mumble as I roll to his side of the bed and snuggle my nose in his pillow.

“I’ve got to go to work. Kiss me.” His voice reminds me of a gravelly, delicious, caramel crunch bar. You just sigh and lick your lips waiting for more. I can feel myself smirk at my ridiculous thoughts.

“Raven, come on baby. Kiss me.” I blink my eyes open to see charcoal-colored slacks that hug his muscular thighs. God, he’s way too beautiful. Pure male perfection.

“What time is it?” Sitting up on my elbows, I gaze up at him.

“Early.” Although the curtains are open, it’s still pretty dark in here. I can see him, but it looks kind of overcast. I toss off the comforter, get on my knees, and move into his arms. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I can feel his still-wet hair.

He inhales as if my scent is the one he likes. I squirm, rubbing my hard, sensitive nipples on his chest as I brush my lips on his.

“Morning, Mr. Powers.” Smiling, I momentarily let myself fantasize about waking up to his blue eyes every morning.

He smiles back at me, and my stomach flips. Instantly, I’m wet.