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Had he felt these lips? Her tongue?
The steady thud of her heart?
The challenge and defense in her eyes?
Lowering my free arm, I palmed one toned butt cheek and pulled her against me. This ass?
So much for controlling myself.
“What’s this?” Discovering more, I fingered the hem of the skirt, detailed with lace. Feeling upward, it had a satin feel to it. The two sexiest fabrics, wrapped around a sin of a woman.
If Lucifer had made her himself, I would’ve believed it. She left top-notch scorching imprints on the pads of my fingers when I skimmed her skin.
My blistered fingers traveled towards the side. Ah, fuck—a slit. What was it with Dita and slits? The lion inside me was roaring. Famished. Domineering. Ready to make a move.
Then I made a mistake.
Silver clashed with hazel. And I lost my balance. Literally. Because the turmoil of emotions behind them shredded my intentions into pieces.
And then she used that little time to push me off her.
I staggered back, clutching my chest—because goddammit!—she was a hellfire inside and out.
Who dropped her here in this house? In my life? Who did I need to squeeze the air out of and leave to die slowly?
She lifted her hand, holding up a measured space between index finger and thumb. “I was this close to striking you in the nuts again.”
“Bring it on.” I said slyly, not meaning a damn word because fuck that shit hurt. She’d used all her strength that time, and I wasn’t looking for a repeat. However, I’m sure it didn’t look like that.
She picked up her purse from where she’d dropped it after my somewhat aggressive welcome back. Having her further away from me wasn’t such a hazard, after all. I could see all that beauty in perspective. Minus the coconutty perfume, but marvelous nonetheless.
Those long legs alone made me cum in my pants.
She assessed me. Or, more likely, the space between us and the ways she could escape. That little fear in her eyes mixed with… I don’t know what it was exactly but shit, it turned me on even more.
“Ares?”
There. My name did it again.
“What?”
“Are you even listening?”
Nope. I wasn’t. “Was looking at your outfit.” Which was the truth. “And I’m wondering why in the hell Misha deserves this,prude.”
Also true, except for the nickname. Justified, it was not. Which is probably why I gestured at the shiny material while making crazy eyes.
You’re fucking hot, D.
Her breathing hitched.
So, I said that out loud. No big deal.
Then why did my heart pound like mad?
Because if she hadn’t been a means to an end, she would be fucked so hard by now that she wouldn’t be able to move.
Then I saw the change in her emotions. Her eyes narrowing in distrust, her head tilted to the side before her gaze slipped to what was behind me.
