Page 83 of Lethal Obsession

And yet a moment later one of my hands has slid up to tangle in her hair, my mouth is pressed against the perfect shell of her ear, and I hear a voice that sounds like it belongs to someone else saying, “You could come with me.”

Her head turns into mine, her nose grazing my neck as she slowly nods up and down, and I feel the delicious pressure of her lips against my throat as she says, “I want that. I want to come with you.”

Fuck me.

Just hearing her say I want to come in that low, slightly growly voice makes my cock surge fiercely against my leathers.

I cradle her head, my thumb moving through the long blonde silken strands, my other hand resting just above the sweet curve of her ass, only barely resisting the urge to pull her hard against me and kiss her fucking mind out.

“It’s dangerous.” I don’t know who I’m trying to convince.

She shivers as my lips move against her temple, clinging to me like I’m a rock in a storm. “I don’t care.” Her whisper is hot and fierce against my skin, and if the feel of her wasn’t already enough, her tongue touches my neck tentatively as she finishes speaking, making me want to punch the fucking wall.

My hand slides over her ass, and I pull her gently against me, just enough to make her moan and drive the last ounce of common sense from my brain.

“You can’t come on the bike with me.” My lips move on her head like a kiss, and she ripples against me, making soft little noises that drive me fucking crazy. “Even if I could concentrate with you riding behind me, I can’t risk anyone seeing us. I’ll have someone bring a car up.”

She goes very still, and her hands curl around the lapels of my jacket, her entire body suddenly tense. “Promise,” she breathes against my neck.

Even through the mind-bending haze of lust, I can feel the doubt and uncertainty contained in that single word.

I did that.

That’s all my supposedly noble self-control has ever done: caused her pain.

“Ofelia.” I draw back, my thumbs stroking her jaw, facing her squarely. “I promise.”

When the uncertainty in her face barely changes, I go on, trying to find the words that will reassure her I’m serious. “I’ll send a car this afternoon. The driver will be a woman called Lola. She’s ex-Navy, and just as dangerous as those dragons living next door.”

That earns a shaky laugh.

“And speaking of the dragons,” I go on, “what do you plan to tell them?”

“The dragons will have to come with me, I’m afraid.” Her eyes search my face nervously. “There’s no chance of me going otherwise.”

Fuck.

Privately cursing Roman’s meticulous security, I do my best to keep an even expression.

“Of course.” I say it like Roman won’t shut the entire idea down the very second the dragons call.

“They won’t tell Papa,” Ofelia adds. When I frown, she gives me a mischievous smile. “Teresa and Julia report to Mak, not him.”

A slow grin spreads across my face. “Even better.” I’m not dumb enough to think Mak won’t be watching Ofelia’s every movement, but if I know Mak, he’ll keep the report to himself, unless he has a good reason not to.

I just have to make sure not to give him that reason.

“Where’s your phone?” I ask.

“Upstairs.” She makes no effort to move.

“I need to put Lola’s number in it so she can call when she arrives.” But I don’t move either.

Ofelia’s slender fingers slide around my neck, her touch making me shiver. “Kiss me,” she whispers, color flooding her face, “before you go.”

I know I shouldn’t.

I also know there’s not a chance in hell I won’t.