Page 8 of Caught in His Sights
Caleb laughs in delight, the sound shaking me to my core. “That’s obvious from your fan wall dedicated to me.”
“Fair enough.” My heart pounds as I lean in to inhale his pheromones the same way he breathed me in. “And you smell nice, too.”
“My body wash costs more than your monthly rent.”
But it’s not his expensive soap flooding my apartment with the most delicious scent ever to fill my lungs. “You’re skilled to have gotten through all my locks with no one spotting you.”
“Ah, well, I came in through the balcony.” Caleb’s head dips toward the curtain-covered sliding door. “You should put a bar in the track. It’s too easy to jimmy open.”
“Didn’t think it was necessary on the twelfth floor.” Warmth stirs inside me, enjoying this conversation even with the gun digging into my chest. “An error in my security measures. No time to fix it, though, I suppose.”
“No, I don’t suppose there is.” Something like regret flickers across his face. “You could offer to retract the article.”
“Not my decision, and it would cause more damage to the Rockford name.” I shake my head. “The next story out would question why the Rockford family is doing a coverup.”
“True.” He shifts the weapon to press over my heart. “Any last requests, then?”
When I try to think of one, I come up blank. “What do people usually ask for?”
He shrugs. “A message to their loved one.”
“Don’t have any of those.”
“Plants you want me to water?” he suggests.
“Black thumb.” Cautiously, I raise my hands. “Done my fair share of killing, too, in that regard.”
His eyes flick toward the blankets and drapes. “There is a significant lack of natural light in here.”
I study his face, so familiar from all the nights I’ve spent staring at his pictures. “If I have a last request, you’ll honor it?”
He dips his chin. “If it’s within my ability.”
His pheromones curl around me, mingling with mine that already fill the apartment. “Then I have one.”
His pupils expand. “Do tell.”
Excitement quickens my pulse. “Have sex with me.”
I know I’m not his type on any level, but there’s nothing to lose.
Surprise flashes across Caleb’s handsome face, then a wicked grin curves his lips. “Are you serious?”
“Do we need to revisit my wall of obsession?” Heat curls in my hips. “If I’m going to die, and you’ll honor my last request…”
“You really don’t have any fear of death, do you?” Caleb searches my face, and whatever he sees there brings his gun down. “Okay, but you’ll have to get me hard first.”
Before he changes his mind, I drop to my knees, but the barrel under my chin brings me upright again.
“You haven’t earned the right to touch me yet.” He takes a step back, then gestures to me. “Strip.”
The dim light of my apartment shines too brightly as I fumble with the buttons on my shirt.
“Have you lost your nerve already?” Disappointment underscores the question.
“Not at all.” My hands shake, though, betraying my nerves.
Despite being the one who proposed sex, I never expected him to agree, or for there to be such little lead-up.