Prowler: Forsaken Ones MC by Leah Wilde Read Free Book Online Page B

while she slept. “Either you’re really good or I’m slipping. Which is it, Felicity?”
     
    She shifted in her sleep, but she didn’t wake up. I envied her. She had fallen asleep almost immediately. As comfortable as the bed was with her in it, she wasn’t comfortable in my head. I sat up and watched her long enough to be sure she wasn’t going anywhere.
     
    Eventually, as if she had felt my eyes staring at her, she rolled over and placed a gentle hand on my cheek. She didn’t open her eyes as she lifted her mouth to mine and kissed me.
     
    “Go to sleep, baby,” she said. “It’s okay.”
     
    She stroked my cheek sleepily, barely awake. Her fingers lingered on my jawline as her body relaxed again and she drifted back off.
     
    She tilted her face down and pulled her arms down in front of her. I felt her breath on my chest as she curled up against me. Once again, her presence was physically comforting, and I decided I needed to simply accept that if I wanted to sleep next to her.
     

Chapter Six
 
    Felicity
     
     
    I woke up between soft silk sheets with the weight of another body next to me in the bed. I rolled over to see Hawk sleeping with his back to me. I could see the muscles in his shoulders and upper back, toned and defined just under the skin. He was a living work of art, a sculpture or painting in the flesh. My fingertips longed to touch him and trace the texture of his back.
     
    I lay in bed for a moment to listen to his breathing. It was still in that deep, rhythmic sleeping pattern. He was out, which gave me the perfect opportunity to snoop around his grand home, even though what I really wanted to do was stroke his flesh and wake him so he could take me again.
     
    Who the hell was this man? I was seriously considering putting myself on the line for him and jeopardizing everything that had brought me to him in the first place. No, I had to keep it together. I was there to do a job, and it was time to get to work.
     
    I slid out of his bed carefully, placing my feet on the soft carpet. I grabbed my dress and stood up to grab my purse from in front of the bed. I slipped through the double wooden doors of his room, completely naked as I stood in the hallway overlooking the room below. I opened my purse and pulled out a rolled up pair of panties and slid them on. Then, I pulled the dress down over my head, realizing I left my bra on the floor in his room, but I figured the dress would have to do.
     
    It was my first time seeing his house in the light. The back wall, looking out onto the stone patio with its large in ground pool and guest house in the back, was almost all glass. The golden morning light flooded the room. I saw the small, cozy living area he had arranged with three couches around a glass coffee table in front of a fire place with a flat screen TV mounted above it.
     
    The TV was already on and turned to a news channel. I could hear the newscaster’s voice as it drifted through the house. It wasn’t up loud enough for me to hear what he was saying, but I could definitely hear the professional male tone. I figured it was simply a requirement of his house staff to have the TV on when he woke up in morning.
     
    The wealthy did things like that. I didn’t have to understand why, especially since I had never settled down long enough to have my own house, TV, or staff. It just seemed over the top, but I wasn’t there to criticize or question his lifestyle. I needed to find the diamond, or at least figure out where he had it hidden.
     
    Surely, he had an office somewhere in the house. I glanced over my shoulder, making sure he wasn’t standing in the doorway watching me, and tried to gauge how much time I thought I had before he woke up. I had to go with my instinct.
     
    My instinct told me to hurry. Still, I froze. I didn’t know whether to start upstairs or down, so I took a leap of faith. I started down the stairs, and from there I crept across the marble floor to the