Wicked Designs novel Chapter 6

Godric was so big, she had to reach with much care to grab the keys without falling. Emily held her breath and leaned over, her breasts inches from skimming over his back as she sought the tools to her freedom. She looped one finger under the leather strap around his wrist, and pulled it toward her, but the leather stuck to his skin.

She would have to touch him. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. The air in her lungs burned and she tried in vain to find an alternative. There wasn't one. She needed the keys and they were attached to the man in the bed.

Emily used her thumb and forefinger to lift his wrist an inch off the bed as her other hand dragged the keys from under his arm.

The fabric around her knees started to slide. Gravity worked against her precarious position. Another second and she'd-

Thump!

Emily fell onto Godric's back lying perpendicular to him. He groaned softly, rolling onto his back beneath her and she shifted over him to stay on top. His right hand-the keys still laced there-settled on her lower back, patting it.

Emily inhaled sharply. She was stretched out across his stomach and groin. He was still asleep. She shifted, trying to reach his hand without alerting him.

"Hmm...you naughty girl." Godric's face broke into a dreamy smile. "Evangeline, now don't squirm."

Evangeline? Probably his mistress. Emily scowled and reached for his hand again, but her movement was pointless. Godric's hand drifted over her backside and struck her bottom in a playful spank.

She wrenched her body free. "How dare you!" Her feet tangled in the covers and she tripped onto the floor, trying to escape the bed.

Godric blinked at her. "What the-Miss Parr? What in God's name are you doing in my bedchamber?" He shot up but fell back down against the pillows, slinging his forearm over his eyes with a groan.

Emily fled to the far corner of the room, heart beating against her ribs like a caged bird. His muscles flexed as he moved, like a large, sleek panther. For a second, she imagined the protection he could offer-his body cast before her as a shield, his muscles taut and forearms tense. Then she remembered how he'd taken her from the coach and the violence of the battle between them.

"Let me go at once!"

"I'm not holding you," he said in an irritated growl.

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