Page 78 of Cozen

A soft hum—one most definitely not belonging to a woman—answered Cozen’s request before a rock came to rest on the back of her neck. Panic shot through her, as did the swell of rage when it quickly followed right behind.

Her first thought was to roll over and put the knife she had hidden under her stomach to the asshole’s throat for coming in on her like this. It was the light touch of a single hand pressing to the back of her thigh, and his fingers digging into her skin that stopped her.

She knew it was him before he spoke.

She knew it by his touch.

Only his touch.

Sargon bent down near her head, and murmured in her ear, “I just paid that woman a lot of cash to get in this room to see you privately, not to mention, I lied a bit to assure her you would not be angry with me for surprising you. She thinks I am your husband.”

The admission passing his lips made her gasp.

He laughed darkly. “So be a good girl, huh? Do not get the cops called on me by screaming or some other nonsense.”

“Jesus, you couldn’t let me know when you first came in? That’s a dangerous thing to do, you know. Sneaking up on me, I mean. It’s a good way to get yourself killed.”

Sargon’s chuckles rocked her to the core. Like darts of delicious heat sliding through her veins, and shooting right down to her pussy. A day to recharge, and the attempt to set her mind back on the plan at hand was not going to help Cozen very much with how Sargon made her feel. It was not going to help her traitorous body.

Not at all.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked.

“What do you want?”

“At the moment, to look at you.”

His words wrapped around her like a silky caress as he stood. A lot like the tip of his fingertip sliding down her spine alongside the rocks. Cozen felt the goosebumps bloom along her flesh in the wake of his touch. The sensation raced after his touch everywhere he went, and more so where he lingered. It could kill her from the need—she swore it was true.

It would be a beautiful way to die, though.

“Quite a sight you are, Cozen. One of the most beautiful.”

She swallowed hard. “Should I thank you, or …?”

“Not necessary. Beautiful things should be admired. They do not, however, need to be gracious because they are beautiful. You owe nothing to anyone who notices your beauty. You neither need to thank someone for it, nor apologize for it.”

He finished his statement by dragging his hands up the backs of her thighs. Cozen instantly sucked in a sharp breath when his fingertips edged beneath the sheet covering her backside. His fingers edged a little bit higher until they stroked the smooth skin where her thighs melded into the curve of her ass.

“May I touch you?” he asked.

Cozen wet her lips, and kept her gaze locked on the rug beneath the massage table. It was the first time he had asked for something from her. Mostly, in their sexual encounters, Sargon had simply took and took.

Not that she minded.

Oh, she loved it.

Still, it made her heart skip a beat, and her breath catch in her throat. She should have said no. She should have put a stop to this little cat and mouse game between them once and for all. It was her chance to finally put a barrier up, and draw the line.

She needed to get back to the job.

Still, she whispered, “Yes, you may touch me.”

Because apparently she had no self-control whatsoever. And honestly, it only took a few deep presses of Sargon’s talented, long fingers into the cheeks of her ass to remind her exactly why that was. The rock massage had nothing on the way his hands kneaded her muscles—deep, firm, and perfectly poised at just the right spots.

Cozen damn near closed her eyes at the feeling. She didn’t, though, not when those hands of his slid down over her ass, and in between her thighs. His deft fingers slipped between her legs, and found her pussy without any hesitation. He glided his fingertip through her folds, stroked her awake, and then moved his position again.

Tight, quick circles roved over her clit again and again. A relentless, yet still sure pace that had her legs shaking, and her muscles tensing.