Then he growled, deep and low and seriously freaking pissed off, “Gods damn it.”
I blinked again.
Oh no.
What did I do?
He pulled away.
Oh God!
What did I do?
“Frey?” I called as he maneuvered his big body over mine.
“Stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll return.”
I turned with him as he quickly moved to the overhang of the loft, not the ladder. He wasn’t going to waste time, he was going to drop down which was crazy but I was stuck back thirty seconds ago.
“But…” I whispered, eyes on him, voice trembling with disappointment, “what did I do?”
His body arrested at my tone and his eyes came to me. They took me in quickly and then he was right there, his hand cupping the back of my head, his face all I could see.
“Nothing, Finnie, everything is fine. Stay up here. Don’t leave this space. I’ll return as soon as I can. Promise, wife.”
I stared into his eyes, he must have seen what he needed to see for he moved to touch his mouth to mine then he shifted swiftly and disappeared under the curtain, throwing his big body over the side of the loft.
I heard him land on his feet and I stared at the flickering candlelight on the curtain. Still staring at the curtain, I heard the front door open and close.
What just happened?
Did my husband in an alternate universe who I barely knew just turn me on more than I ever had been in my life then take off for what seemed like no reason, throwing himself off the side of a loft?
Then it hit me that he was turned on too. I could see it in his eyes, hell, I could feel it pressed against me. He wanted me. Bad.
Then he was gone.
He’d heard something.
Oh God.
He’d heard something.
Did Raiders have enemies?
Oh God!
Of course they did! I read the stories. Maybe they weren’t romanticized. Maybe the sea was filled with perils. Maybe he’d looted and pillaged and now it was payback time.
And he was out there in nothing but breeches!
I rushed across the bed, threw back the curtain and then went feet and ass first out of the loft to the ladder. Foot by foot, hand by hand, I quickly descended the ladder, rushed to the dark kitchen and went directly to the knives. Pulling out the biggest, scariest, sharpest one, I ran to the front door.
I heard his voice, not what he was saying, but he sounded pissed.
Shit!
I couldn’t rush outside in a nightie without knowing what I was rushing into and what Frey was facing.