Read Online Only for the Night (If Only Book 2) by Ella Sheridan - Free Book Online

looking down at her from over his shoulder. “What?”
    “I forgot to ask about the apartment, my room?”
    Hank grunted, which wasn’t really an answer, and continued up the stairs. At the door he opened the screen and slid his key into the lock. “What about your room?”
    As he pushed the door open, Knight shot through the narrow gap, nearly bowling Hank over. “Watch it, dog!”
    A laugh bubbled up at Knight’s complete unconcern for his master in his run for the stairs. Either he really needed a potty break or he was already sniffing out prey. Either way, he wasn’t waiting.
    When she turned back, Hank’s eyes met hers. In the shadows she couldn’t read his expression, but she could feel the intensity of his focus, the heat of his body just a little too close.
    Yep, far too much like having a date drop her off on her porch. Her breath choked off in her throat when he seemed to move closer.
    “Hank?”
    He blinked as if waking from a spell. A flash of disappointment filled her as he straightened. He’d definitely been leaning.
    “The apartment?” she reminded him.
    “Oh. Right. You’re staying.” He narrowed his eyes. “Right?”
    “No. I mean, of course not. I’m sure you want your space back to yourself. I haven’t really had time to find someplace yet, but I don’t want you to think—”
    “I don’t.”
    “But—”
    This time Hank didn’t lean; he reached for her. One broad hand, the fingertips calloused from hours of playing a musical instrument, tilted her chin until she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. So gentle, so careful, but somehow she knew better than to resist. “I don’t want you to be looking for somewhere else to live, not right now. I’m not using the space. And you have enough on your plate. Besides”—he flashed that sexy grin—“I kinda like having a roommate.”
    And that’s the way it needed to stay—roommate, business partner, not anything else. She opened her mouth to thank him, but Knight gave a sudden deep bark from the bottom of the stairs.
    Hank dropped his hand, his fingertips sliding with seeming reluctance from her skin—or maybe that was just wishful thinking. “You go ahead,” he told her. “I have a dog to take care of.”
    “A hellhound, you mean.”
    Hank shouted a laugh at that. Sage took one look at his handsome face shining in the moonlight and scurried through the door. Before completely disappearing into the apartment, she forced herself to turn back. “Thank you, Hank. For everything.”
    “No problem.” Knight chose that moment to reappear on the landing, summoning Hank with another bark. “That was fast, buddy. Whaddaya need?”
    She listened to Hank’s good-natured grousing as she closed the door behind her. Thank goodness for Knight and his comic relief. If it weren’t for the dog, she might go quietly insane locked up in this apartment with Hank and the attraction for him that she had to fight every day, sometimes every minute. She might already be crazy, though, because she was anticipating another night spent with Hank only a few feet away. Within walking distance, really. Close enough to invade her dreams.
    “Right, let’s get to bed. No sense putting off the torture.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
    He was going insane. Two weeks and he was going completely crazy.
    Sage was a constant in the back of his mind, even when she wasn’t in the apartment, and when she was home? He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Couldn’t stop wanting her. He’d never felt anything like this, not even during the years he’d carried a torch for Harley Fisher, the bassist of Aftershock. Harley had been a flame he couldn’t resist drawing closer to; Sage was a bonfire that scorched his skin and his thoughts and God, even his dreams. She awakened things best left alone, slowly driving him toward the edge of any control he thought he had, and her only weapon was herself.
    For eight years he’d try to bury the part of himself that demanded