Chapter 74

Would he really rip her out of it? That had her panting. “I don’t care about it at all.”

She had another change of clothes upstairs.

His smile was filthy. “Perfect. Anyone else in the house?”

She hadn’t thought to check. “I-I don’t know.”

Pierce cursed under his breath. “Oh, well. I don’t care anyway.”

He lifted her and carried her up the stairs, kicking in the door to the first bedroom at the top and flipping on the light switch, illuminating the soft recessed lighting overhead. The walls were gray except for one, which was decorated with a big photographic mural of a pink rose. He set her down on a black-and-white geometric rug, less than a foot from a rumpled bed. Since she’d changed in here earlier, her bag sat in the corner.

She’d barely found her footing when she heard fabric rip and felt a draft of cold air rush along her back. Suddenly, he spun her around, jerked on the sleeves, then tore her bra away. Less than ten seconds, and she was ba