“So now you’re writing poetry for me?”
She laughs again, and I kiss her midlaugh. I half expect her to push me away. We’re in the middle of a mission, after all—hermission. But she grabs a fistful of my shirt and pulls me closer, deepening the kiss.
My dick, which responded unenthusiastically to the phone call with Bradley Douche, er, Ruche, is seriously fond of having Nora in my lap.
She rocks against me, making me forget nearly everythingI’ve ever learned except for her. But then she leans back, with a flirtatious look on her face.
Inclining her head toward my lap, she says, “You made the call.”
That look she’s giving me is a serious distraction, so it takes me a moment to process what she’s saying. Oh shit.
“Yes,” I say, breathlessly. “I made the call.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CORMAC
“Cookie, go to your room,” I say, unable to pull my eyes off Nora.
Cookie doesn’t budge from our feet, just gives an exploratory bark.
Without a second’s hesitation, I scoop her up and run her into the spare bedroom, depositing her onto her dog bed with a chew toy. I shut the door behind me and rush back into the living room.
Nora grins. “You ran back in here like an Olympic vaulter.”
Vaulters jump, but who gives a shit about accuracy right now?
“I did,” I say. “Promises were made.”
“And they’ll be fulfilled,” she says, getting to her feet.
Every cell in my body is attuned to her as she strides toward me with the grace of a cat.
“You’re going to kill me,” I say, thinking again about my first impression of her. Beautiful and dangerous.
Not because she’d hurt me directly, or purposefully.
But because I know,I’ve always known, that if I let myself worship her, I’ll never want another woman.
I swallow against my dry throat as she comes to a stop in front of me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I admit.
“And you look very good in those glasses. But I’m going to have to take them away from you.”
I shake my head as she lifts her hand to my face. “Not yet,” I say. “Not if you’re going to suck my dick. I’d like to see that with perfect clarity.”
This seems to please her for reasons I’m too turned on to analyze. She gives me a radiant smile and leans up on her toes to kiss me. Then she gets down on her knees.
“Does this remind you of anything?” she asks as she wraps her fingers around one side of my shorts.
“My mind isn’t working, sorry. You’ll have to step away from my dick if you want it to, and I’d prefer if you didn’t.”
She shifts slightly, peering up at me, and then the memory hits—Nora, radiant in that ugly green dress, on her knees in front of me.
“It was how our fake relationship began,” I say.
“Were you thinking about this then?” she asks, her gaze full of mischief as she finally tugs down my shorts and my underwear.
