Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(57)
“I was…” Ah crap. Now probably wasn’t the best time for the whole Leon chat.
Kai tipped his head to the side, waiting for my answer, and the water danced tracks all over his bronze flesh like an unfair fucking advantage. Then again, I never had been one to sugarcoat the truth—or outright lie—just to be a coward.
So I shrugged and tipped my chin back to hold his gaze. “I was on the phone, Kai. That was a show, but it wasn’t a show for you.”
The penny dropped, and a little rage explosion went off behind his eyes. His fist slammed into the tiled wall of the shower hard enough to crack it.
“Motherfucker!” he roared, his muscles all bunching with pure fury and some hardcore jealousy. Goddamn, it was hot. “Danny, you can’t—”
“Malachi Arden, if you are about to try and tell me what I can or can’t do, I would suggest you cast your mind back ten minutes to what I just did in the kitchen. Believe me when I say, you don’t control me. You never will. And if you want to be with me…” What the fuck was I saying? If he wanted to be with me? Did I just swallow a fucking poltergeist who’d taken over my voice box?
“I do,” he said quickly, before I could take it back. “More than anything. Siren…”
He stepped closer, crowding me in and leaning his hands against the wall on either side of me. It was intoxicating, having him so close while I was totally naked. The temptation to even the playing field was too much to resist, and I reached for his pants.
“Siren…” he whispered again, this time letting the anger and frustration drain out of his body language. Not totally, but it was a whole mood shift nonetheless. I unzipped his soaking jeans and tugged at them. “We need to clear the air.”
I wet my lips, my hand sliding inside his boxers and clasping his hard, throbbing cock. “So? Clear it. Just take your pants off first.”
His expression seemed torn, but he quickly made up his mind when I flicked the tip of his dick with my thumb teasingly.
With a muttered curse, he kicked off his boots and jeans, then peeled off his boxers all without even leaving the shower. He seemed to give zero fucks that they were left in the corner with water still beating down on them.
“Happy?” he quipped, returning his hands to the wall either side of me, and I smirked.
“Ecstatic.” I grasped his erection in my hand once more and gave it a long, deliberate stroke. I still hadn’t made up my mind whether he or Leon was bigger. It was too close to call without seeing them together, and that was never going to happen. Much to my disappointment.
Kai clenched his jaw, then grasped my chin in his fingers, lifting my gaze back to his eyes. “Siren, quit playing with my dick and listen to what I have to say.”
A laugh bubbled up in me. Something about Kai not running scared had me in a playful mood. Okay, that and having just tortured and killed a guy… it always got my blood pumping.
“Can’t I do both?” I stroked him with a firmer grip, and he leaned into my hand.
But then he gave a frustrated sound and grabbed my waist, flipping me around to face the wall. He grabbed my hands and pinned them with his own against the tiles.
His hold wasn’t tight, it wasn’t keeping me there. But it was commanding enough that I let him do it. Especially when he nuzzled his face into my wet hair sticking to my neck.
“Danny,” he whispered against my ear. It sent a shiver right through me, because he very rarely used my name. Almost like it hurt him to call me Danny, when he’d thought my name was Danielle for so long. “I got the message, okay? I understood what you were trying to do.”
I frowned at the wall. “Torturing that guy? I wanted to know who the fuck put such an insulting hit on me, that’s all.”
He gave a soft laugh, and it warmed me. Why was I so infatuated with this man? His whole caveman, protector bullshit was exactly what I usually hated in men, because it implied that I couldn’t protect myself. That I was somehow incapable. Yet Kai didn’t make me feel like that, he just made me feel… oh shit.
Swallowing the lump of panic that just bubbled up in my throat, I pushed my ass back against him, attempting to distract us both from how heavy the conversation was about to get.
Kai wasn’t fooled, though. He just ground his hard dick against my ass and bit the exposed flesh of my shoulder softly. “Danny DeLuna. You wanted to show me the real you. You wanted me to understand how different you are from the woman I fell in love with.”
Oh shit.
“But what you don’t seem to understand is that you’re not different. I didn’t fall for the fragile dove that sobbed and begged for her life. I fell for the feisty survivor who literally laughed in the face of extended torture.”
Oops, he saw that? I wasn’t being as careful as I thought I was.
“I thought I’d imagined it,” he continued, kissing my shoulder with reverence. “But then when you swam away like the fucking siren you are, I knew. I knew I was right. You’d been laughing… and I couldn’t get it out of my head. How strong you are. How confident and utterly fucking talented. That hard as granite look in your eye when I chased you to the bridge, and the way you so blatantly lied to my face about how little you cared for me. That’s the woman I love. All you proved tonight was how incredible you are, Danny DeLuna. My Siren. All you achieved was to make me fall harder than I ever thought possible.”