Page 39 of Devil’s Snare

“So, are you going to tell me about the bad boy biker? Because I’m dying to know all the details.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “He’s as good in bed as he looks. Dangerous but protective. Powerful but gentle with me. Cin is everything I didn’t know I was looking for, Cary.”

“Sin? Damn. That’s a name.”

“Cinerator is his road name. Not the kind of sin you’re thinking of, but he sure is eye candy.”

Cary almost spit out her drink as she chuckled.

Our food arrived, and we ate, still talking about my biker.

And he was mine, just as I had become his. Not in the sense that we were actual property. He didn’t mean it that way. At least, I didn’t think he did. It was more about possessiveness of the heart and soul, not in any way that was oppressive or degrading. It spoke to me of commitment and intention, and that was a good thing.

“You’ve got a dreamy look in your eyes.”

“I guess I do, Cary. I’m happy. Ridiculously happy.”

“Good for you.”

My phone vibrated inside my purse, and I checked the screen. Cin had sent a text showing only emojis. A bed, lips, eggplant, and a purple smiley face with horns. He must be feeling playful. Or maybe he was just horny. Pun intended.

I couldn’t help smiling as I sent back my own set of emojis.

He replied with a sad face.

So silly.

“He wants to see you, doesn’t he?”

When I looked up from my phone, Cary shook her head.

“Girl, if I had a man like that waiting to warm my bed, I wouldn’t be sitting here and making him wait.”

“God, Cary. The sex.” I knew I was turning tomato red talking about it in public, but I couldn’t help it. “The man knows what he’s doing. How to explore a woman’s body. Even his kisses.” I fanned myself with my hand. “So hot.”

“I’m so jealous.” She gestured toward the door. “Get out of here. Dinner is my treat. You always give so much to the shelter and classes out of your own pocket. Let me show my gratitude.”

“You’re the best, Cary. Thanks!”

I slid from the booth and waved to her as I left the diner. The whole ride home I thought of Cin. In a rush, I left the boxes of craft supplies in my truck, locked it, and swiped my key card to enter the building.

The security guard greeted me with a smile. “Hey, Gwen. How’s your evening?”

I couldn’t remember his name. He was one of the newer ones.

“Hi. Good. Thank you. Yours?”

I didn’t want to be rude, but I wasn’t going to stop and have a conversation while Cin was probably in my room. Maybe naked. I shivered in anticipation as I mashed the button for the elevator. This thing ran far too slow sometimes.

“I’m great. Have a good night.”

“You too!” I called after him as the door opened and I stepped into the elevator. Once it reached my floor, I rushed out of it and toward my apartment.

My body quivered with excitement as I opened the door and stepped inside, dropping my purse, keys, and jacket before I rushed toward my bedroom. Just like I predicted, Cin was there. Waiting in just a pair of low-slung black jeans as he crossed his arms, leaning against the windowsill.

“You kept me waiting, Bambi.”

His sinful, guttural tone wrapped me in warm sensations, need coiling inside my core as I sauntered toward him. His mouth quirked up on one side. The green in his eyes shimmered. I knew I tested him. His restraint. His patience.