Page 76 of Bodyguard By Night

Willow

Queen of Bad Ideas

The pop of gravel under the tires of his truck dragged me out of a light doze. A belly full of deliciously crappy burgers had put me right out again. Damn rain always made me sleepy too.

And maybe some denial about the fact that my best orgasm in recent memory came from some over the clothes action in a truck as if I was a damn teenager.

Knowing Ransom was intense wasn’t the same as being in the same space as he was for an extended time. Clearly, that intensity also included sexual sports becauseholy crap.

I was definitely the novice there. I wasn’t sure how he knew every place to touch on the first—okay, second try. One kiss in the rain shouldn’t have given him that many details about what I liked.

Or maybe he was just that experienced in hooking up.

Nope, I wasn’t going to think about that. Besides, I didn’t know what the hell was going on between us, anyway. He’d gone from ‘this isn’t a good idea’ to ‘maybe we should get naked’ within a span of hours.

Unfortunately, my starving libido had been waylaid—quickly. But I wouldn’t be so easily distracted now that I was a bit more satisfied. At least I was pretty sure.

I opened my eyes and frowned. “This isn’t Clay’s house.”

“We went over this. You’re staying with me.”

“Yeah, but I have to figure out how to tell my sister that.”

“We already told her you were taking over the attic loft, remember?” He parked under his half-finished car port and got out.

I hurried to get out, but I got tangled in my belt. Swearing, I pushed open my door. The rain had stopped, but the air was still frigid. “I don’t have any of my stuff.”

“You have a box of clothes in the back.”

“Yeah, stuff for winter.”

He went around the back and flipped up the truck bed cover to grab my box of clothes.

“But what about my mattress? We haven’t even fixed up the room yet. It’s like one in the morning.”

“I know.” He kept walking toward his house.

“Dammit.” I ran after him, sliding a bit on his patchy grass that was mostly mud, thanks to a thorough April soaking.

On the porch, Midnight leaned against Ransom’s thigh as he gave not-his-dog a good scrub before dumping food in his bowl. The man moved as fast as a ninja and just as quietly.

Midnight saw me and let out a happy bark, his gaze going from his food to me with his tail wagging manically. I jogged up the stairs with a laugh and gave him a quick scratch. His dark eyes were adoring in the dim light of the porch light.

“Eat,” Ransom said curtly.

Midnight happily stuffed his face in the bowl and hoovered his food.

“I can stay on the couch.”

Ransom gave me a bland stare before muscling the large box of my clothes through the narrow doorway.

I huffed out a breath. “We haven’t really discussed what—Ransom!”

He dropped the box and hiked me over his shoulder. “Chaos, I’m tired. I’ve been driving for close to ten hours today. I don’t want to put your bed together.”

I tried to wiggle my way down. “This is your solution? I’m not a sack of feed you can carry around.”

He clamped his hand on my ass. “Stop wiggling.”