Page 63 of Dangerously
Fallon frowns. Not the reaction I was looking for. “Vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable? Why?”
Fallon looks away from me. “You know why.”
“No, I don’t,” I disagree, but I have a hunch.
“Declan, don’t make me say it.” She refuses to look at me.
“I don’t make you do anything you don’t want.”
“Yes, you do. You can make me do things without even trying.”
“Do I hold that much power?” I ask, surprised.
“I think it’s your sexy accent.” She’s deflecting.
“It can’t be just that.”
“Maybe it’s your big dick, too.”
“Oh, that’s it? A sexy accent and big dick, and I have you. The most dangerous woman in the world? I think it takes a bit more.”
“I don’t know if I’m the most dangerous.” She is suddenly modest.
“Definitely the most dangerous I have ever met.”
“I suppose you would be an expert on recognizing dangerous people.”
“I have a PhD in the subject matter. What I don’t understand is why I make you feel vulnerable.”
Fallon glares at me, clearly annoyed at my persistence. But I have to know. I have to hear her say it.
“Do you know what makes me so dangerous?” she asks in all seriousness.
“A crack shot and balls of steel?” I garner a guess.
“No.” She shakes her head lightly. “I have nothing to lose. No one to care about. No one who cares about me. I’m alone.”
As sad as it is, it’s also true.
“But you’re not alone. Not anymore.”
“And that’s exactly the problem. My feelings for you make me vulnerable.”
“Did I just hear that correctly?” I perk up. “You’re saying you still have feelings for me? I thought you put those to death.”
“I did. I tried.”
“Yet here you are, naked, in bed with me.”
“Yes.” She touches my stubbly cheek. “Here I am.”
“But you’re not happy about it? You want it to be just sex?”
“I wish it could be just sex,” Fallon cops to it.
“But it’s not?” I can’t stop myself from grinning like a bloody fool.
