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“Fine,” she said through tight lips.
“Go ahead.”
She frowned at him. “Go ahead and do what?”
“Fight me, Riss. Make me understand you’re not interested,” Cash demanded. He needed her to know a few tricks. The fact that she seemed defenseless made him feel nauseous. She needed to be able to take care of herself. He couldn’t be there twenty-four seven to do it for her.
She glared at him. “I’m not fighting you. This is ridiculous.” She tried to step away, but he held her tight.
“What are you going to do if he doesn’t stop? Are you going to let him rape you?” Just the thought of it had made him tighten his grip. He’d kill Davenport, Society member or not.
Her breath hissed out and she slammed her fists on his chest. “I can take care of myself. I didn’t think it was necessary downstairs. I was handling the situation but if it had continued, I would have taken care of Davenport. I’ve lived in New York City on my own for years. I know what I’m doing.”
“Prove it,” he challenged. He held her gaze. Those colorful violet eyes of hers were so damn sexy. “Show me how you can take care of yourself, Riss.”
Lightning fast she struck him with two fingers in the stomach just under where his ribs met. The jab reactivated the pain in his side, and all the air went out of his lungs. Struggling for breath, he dropped his arm from around her waist and bent over. She’d surprised the hell out of him. He’d been so caught up in her eyes, he hadn’t seen it coming and he’d reacted way too slowly.
“Cash, stand up,” she demanded.
He didn’t move, didn’t make a sound.
“Oh my God! Cash, are you okay?” she asked as she bent down next to him.
In the next second he swung his arm around her and pushed her back on the bed landing on top of her. He had both arms pinned above her head in the blink of an eye. She stared at him speechless, her wide eyes full of surprise. “Whatever you do, Riss, don’t stop to make sure the other guy is okay. Not ever. Just run and get to safety.”
Her mouth snapped closed, and she glared at him. “I thought I hurt you. I was just being nice.”
“Being nice will only get you in trouble. Distractions mean you’re dead,” he bit out. He knew he should get up, but he was enjoying the feeling of her pressed against his length. She fit perfectly. Almost like she was made for him.
“Are you finished? Are we done?” she snarled.
“Almost,” he whispered before he claimed her lips.
Kissing her was stupid, but damn if he wasn’t powerless to resist the temptation. Riss tugged at him in a way no other woman had. He coaxed her lips open with his tongue, rolling it along hers. She seemed to hesitate but then her tongue found his and she deepened the kiss, arching into him as he pressed down on her. Bourbon and strawberries. An even better tasting mix.
The sound of a cell phone ringing pierced the air. Cash ignored it as he released Riss’s wrists and ran his hands over her curves and cupped her ass, forcing her up against his hard-on. She wound her arms around his neck and then wrapped a leg around his. She arched higher and rubbed against him with an urgency he couldn’t ignore. Sliding his fingers under her dress, he tugged the hem upward when his cell went off again.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled his cell out of his back pocket and lifted onto his elbow. “What?” he barked into the phone.
“Sir,” Dominick’s voice came down the line, “we have a problem with Ms. LeGris.”
“Still? I thought that was sorted.”
“Not quite, sir.” There was a long pause. Dominick couldn’t elaborate.
Shit. He didn’t need more trouble. He had his hands full already. Currently, they were full of Riss which he realized was rapidly becoming his preferred state. “On my way. Meet me in the boardroom.”
“Very good, sir.”
Cash put the phone back in his pocket and got up off the bed. “Be careful, Riss.” He started to go but turned back. She was still lying on the bed, her lips swollen from his kisses. “I might have a lead on the bible. A day or two and I should know more.” It wasn’t something he would normally share but this was different. She was different and unfortunately, she was changing him. He didn’t want to be different. Different was trouble. So was Riss.
A minute later he came down the staircase to find Dominick standing at the bottom. “What’s going on?”
The other man leaned forward and spoke in a lowered voice. “I found Ms. LeGris in Mr. Davenport’s bedroom earlier when I took up the water bottles he had requested. She said she was invited and that she was waiting for him. You saw the confrontation when you came in, I believe.”
“Hard to miss.”
“Mr. Davenport has informed me that his room has been searched and a very important document is missing. He feels it’s possible Ms. LeGris took it. She was, according to Mr. Davenport, not an invited guest.”
