“What are you doing, Angel?” I ask, my voice thick with sleep and… hunger.

Torrent is lying on top of me, nibbling on the side of my neck. Her warm breath heats my skin and every time her teeth gently nip at my skin chills of awareness shoot across my body. I have my hands on the cheeks of her ass and I’m holding her against my hardened cock. I was hard last night and it seems this morning won’t be any different. It feels like the hard fabric of my jeans has rubbed my dick raw. My balls ache. It’s a miracle I didn’t attack Torrent last night while she slept. I’ve tried to hold myself in check with her, but she sure isn’t making things easy for me right now.

“You smell so good, Logan,” she whispers. Her voice is deeper than normal, huskier and it only makes me ache more.

“Angel you need to stop. I’m only human,” I groan as those sharp little teeth bite into my earlobe and pull. I close my eyes, my fingers clinching into those luscious, thick mounds of her ass. I wish she hadn’t worn pajamas to bed. My body shakes with the need to have her naked.

“I don’t want to stop,” she says as her tongue plays with my ear.

“I’m having a hard time…”

My words break off in a moan when she shifts and her hand cups my cock through my pants—squeezing.

“I noticed,” she moans. “You feel really big, Logan. Are you?” she whispers in my ear. “Are you big and wide? So thick that you leave me aching when you’re gone?” she asks. Her voice is wicked, full of mischief, but still…hungry.

“Motherfucker, you’re killing me, Angel. It’s not nice to tease,” I groan, my voice sounding like thunder in my own ears.

“Maybe I’m not teasing,” she says right before she slides down my body. She sits on my knees, straddling me. Her hair is mussed from sleeping and her face is flushed with desire and maybe a touch of nervousness. She looks like a temptress and it’s all I can do not to reach out and grab her.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching how each breath she takes vibrates in her body like she’s run a long race.

“Something occurred to me last night while you were sleeping,” she says.

“What’s that?”

“You were sound asleep, but you were holding me close, using your body to almost shield me. I woke up once from a nightmare and even though you were sleeping, your hand brushed through my hair, you kissed me on the temple and hugged me tighter.”

I let her talk. I don’t tell her that she had nightmares all night long—some more powerful than others, and some that didn’t wake her—even though I wish they had. I hate that she was trapped in her own personal hell and there was nothing I could do to help her.

“Torrent,” I begin, but I don’t finish when she shakes her head no. She has something she wants to say and hell, I’m just glad to be here at this point, so I let her go with it.

“I don’t know where this is going to go, Logan. My life is kind of a mess, and I have some things to work through with Wolf—”

I can’t stop the growl that bursts through at the mention of the man’s name.

“He’s been good to me, Logan. He always has. I care for him and my dad loved him like a brother,” she says, her voice going sad. I bite my tongue. There’s nothing to be gained by telling her what I think about the asshole. Torrent has been manipulated by Wolf and maybe even by her father. I hope I can eventually make her see that. “It will be okay, eventually. I need to handle things carefully with Wolf—and I will. But…” She stops talking, biting her lip and those beautiful dark eyes with amber flecks pin me to the bed.

“But?” I prompt, almost afraid to push it.

“I don’t want to lose you, Logan. Last night in your arms, well even before that, I knew.”

“Knew what, Angel? It’s early in the morning and you got my dick screaming hard too. You’re going to have to spell it out for me.”

“Well, I mean I think I knew… or know… maybe… but I know at least how I feel and—”

“Angel, breathe. I keep having to remind you of that. I don’t think you’ve grasped it yet, but you are completely safe with me. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to judge you or even push you in a direction you don’t want to go. I’m here with you because I want to be and because—”

“You care about me,” she blurts out and the shock on her face is enough to make me grin. It’s clear that she didn’t mean to say that. I rush to make her feel at ease.

“I do care for you Torrent—very much.”

“I mean, I thought so. I was pretty sure last night and stuff,” she says with a shrug and I laugh and reach out to touch her face. Her gaze comes back to mine and she smiles with a deep blush on her face. “It’s still really nice to hear you say it,” she murmurs.

“I could show you too, if you’re not convinced,” I offer—praying like fucking hell she takes me up on the offer.

“Well, actually that’s what I was trying to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Show you how much… I care… about you,” she confesses.

I’ve been called many things in my life. Some of them true, some false; some were well-deserved and others not, but one thing I’ve never been is stupid.

“Then show me, Angel. I’m all yours,” I invite and hope like hell she doesn’t back out.