Shadow Burns: An Urban Fantasy Novel (Preternatural Affairs Book 4) by SM Reine

Author:SM Reine [Reine, SM]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Red Iris Books
Published: 2014-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

THERE ARE WORSE THINGS than waking up smashed against the wall of my apartment by a warm, curvy female body.

Even if the female body in question is a massive bed hog.

Not just a bed hog, but a pillow and blanket hog, too. My head was flat on the mattress, and I was completely naked, almost cold, while Isobel was swaddled in all of my sheets.

The blankets were pulled low enough to flash one bare breast. Her arm was flung over her eyes. She was oblivious to my gaze as it traveled down her exposed flesh to the curve of hip wrapped up in my sheets.

Her right leg was thrown over mine. She didn’t react when I cupped her thigh again.

Still just as perfect as the evening before.

I didn’t need a pillow anyway.

My hand kept stroking her leg absently as I mulled over the previous night. Not what had happened with Isobel and me, but what had happened after I had fallen asleep.

I hadn’t had any nightmares about the hallway. No dreams at all, as far as I could recall.

It would have been too much to hope that our confrontation at Paradise Mile had ended the nightmares. Ander was still out there. He still planned on making Isobel fulfill her contract. And he obviously knew where I lived—he’d sent me that invitation, after all.

The fact that he hadn’t come for us must have meant that my wards had worked.

Bless Suzy and her amazing witchcraft lessons.

Isobel rolled over with a sigh, scooting back so that her butt pressed against me. I might have believed she was still asleep if it weren’t for the little wiggle that made sure I was wedged right between the cheeks of her ass. It was a great place to be. Probably the best place in the universe. It definitely had been the night before.

“That an invitation?” I murmured into her neck.

She made a contented noise, a little bit like a purr. “It would be, but…”

“But?”

“Look at your clock, Cèsar.”

I did. And I immediately regretted it.

It was after nine in the morning.

I was running late. Really late. As in, an hour after I was supposed to be sitting at my desk late, with an hour of miserable traffic separating me from my destination. And that didn’t even take into account that Fritz would have expected to see me at his gym that morning.

The realization was even more effective at murdering my libido than a cold shower.

But Isobel was stretching the rest of herself up against me now, reminding me of the perfect curve between her ribs and hips, the weight of her body on top of mine.

The idea of leaving her alone was unbearable. Going where I couldn’t keep an eye on her—where I couldn’t keep two hands on her—seemed like the worst idea I’d ever had.

My cell phone caught my eye. The alert light was blinking.

As I watched, it buzzed with another text message.

I considered ignoring it. But Isobel said, “You better check that and get going.

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