Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(36)

She stiffened and slapped at him when he reached across to slip his hand under her hip. He ignored the protest and pulled her over until their legs touched. “Thank you. That is what I wanted when I asked what your hard limits were. An actual answer with a short explanation. No public displays, and no sharing. Noted, and appreciated.”

She gave him a wary look.

He sighed. “I have been to one too many parties where bodies fucking was the offered entertainment. But my self-respect has always been too healthy for me to consider participating. Observing also lost its appeal very quickly. That’s not to say I’m prudish and don’t have a perverse streak because I do. I simply wanted some basic information in order to avoid doing something you might not be comfortable with.”

Not appreciating that he’d regularly attended such lewd parties, she looked around the space they were in and wondered what the hell he was talking about, considering where they were. “What was your plan?” she said, not hiding her sarcasm. “To bind my hands and feet together with your tie and prop me on the floor while you give it to me up the ass?” When he gaped at her, she snapped, “Well? What else could we possibly do in here that would be considered perverse? Your men are standing right outside the door, and I’m sure a chopper cop is going to knock on the window any second because we’ve been parked here for a long time and that’s probably a no-no.”

His face was tight with a smoldering desire. “Is that something you would be open to trying in the privacy of our bedroom?”

Should it bother her that he so readily waded through her shit and focused on what mattered? And would she try it? Yes. If not only because he’d just pleased her beyond belief by asking her to try rather than telling she would.

But she wasn’t stupid. She knew who held the master key here. “Would you?” And had he presumptuously said their bedroom?

“Hard and rough or slow and gentle; whatever you need, in whatever position you desire. I’ll be at your service.” He brushed his lips across hers in a kiss that was whisper soft. “Then, once you’re feeling secure, I’ll take over, and we’ll cross a few lines. But I’ll never bring you to a place you don’t want to go. You have my word.”

She melted all over the fucking place. Where wouldn’t she go with him, she wondered as desire sprinkled with gratitude fogged her brain. Within the drifting clouds, a scene came alive in her mind. Her, naked body bent in half and covered in sweat, helpless and moaning, her chest and cheek pressed to the carpet. Lukas behind her, also naked, his expression fierce as he thrust his thick, lubed—

His hard rap on the window sent her arms splaying like she was about to fall off a building. Three doors opened in the next second and their guards filled the helicopter. She quickly strapped herself in with clumsy fingers then froze when Lukas slid his hand between her knees and loosely gripped her leg as the engine started.

“Don’t ever play poker, yagodka,” he said for her ears only.

Milan, who’d taken the seat across from them, handed over their headsets and they put them on, but there was no chatter in her ears. She released a slow, silent breath and forced herself to relax against Lukas as they took off. What had he seen in her expression? Just how far she’d go with him?

Of course, that was what he’d seen. Because she also had a perverse streak that she hadn’t yet explored. Sex with Liam had been nothing but missionary. She’d figured he was either careful with her because she’d been a virgin, or he just hadn’t been very adventurous. She would never have put him on the spot by asking, and that had left her feigning sleep much of the time or begging off saying she had her period. It was mean, but, at that time, sex hadn’t been about pleasure.

But the thought of experimenting with Lukas…

A moan tried to escape into the rattle and hum of the chopper. At least now she finally appreciated how important the role of chemistry was when seeking out a sexual partner. She didn’t just want to fuck around with this man. She felt she needed to. Need. God, even the word made her blood heat.

She hugged his arm and stifled a yawn as her head landed on his shoulder. The minute they got back, she was getting them naked…mmm…she would touch him everywhere…kiss him all over…die of pleasure when he did the same…she would look into his eyes as she rode him…kiss him some more…love him so hard…

Her eyes slid closed and sleep claimed her before she could correct that last one.

***

Lukas stood next to his bed where he’d just settled a sleeping Dale in her place on the right. As he’d carried her in, he’d been tempted to shake her or knock her head into a doorjamb to “accidentally” wake her on the way upstairs. But that would have reeked of desperation. And even though he was desperate to have her, he would never go so far as to display that fact.

Or had he already?

He didn’t know, and, shockingly, didn’t care.

As the morning light began to glow outside the doors across the room, he reached out to touch her cheek, feeling its softness. Twenty-two years old. He ran his finger down a strand of hair that looked like a winding, inky path leading to her navel. She seemed older. He laid his hand across the flat expanse between her hips. She was soft-hearted but didn’t appear to like the trait. He caressed her lightly enough that he wouldn’t disturb her. Trustworthy and strong-willed, too. And smart. He bent and kissed her lips. Highly sexual.