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“Will…will your brother be angry with you?”
I shifted, wondering why she cared. Her lashes lay dark against her tanned cheek and I thought I saw tear stains on her jaw. She had other things to worry about, but here she was worrying about me.
“Lucien won’t be happy, but he’s not a monster,” I said. “He’ll understand when I tell him what they were about to do.”
“I thought…I heard that Lucien doesn’t like women all that much,” she said hesitantly.
I felt my eyes narrow. “Where did you hear that?”
“Um… I don’t know. Around,” she whispered.
Years ago, Romano’s daughter had gotten pregnant and falsely accused Lucien of being the father. She was in love with him, he didn’t give a fuck about her. Romano had demanded Lucien marry her and he refused without a paternity test.
Romano had tortured my brother. When his daughter finally broke down and confessed he wasn’t the father, Lucien had permanent scars on his body. Everyone went on like nothing had happened and Lucien covered his scars with tattoos.
I knew better, I knew that deep inside, he was holding onto his hatred like a lifeline.
But I wasn’t going to explain that to her.
“Lucien doesn’t hate women, he’s just been burned in the past,” I said. “I’m…surprised when I see him around his fiancée. He’s got some warmth, somewhere below all that ice.”
“Are you going to tell him?” she asked. “He’ll ask about the guns.”
I shook my head. “You are my problem, princess. My self created downfall.”
There was a long, long silence. She got to her feet, letting the blanket fall away to reveal my t-shirt. Just skimming the middle of her thighs. I shifted over and she sank down next to me, dangling her tanned legs into the dark pool.
“Duran,” she said quietly. “Why am I here?”
“Because—”
“I know you don’t think I’m a spy,” she interjected. “You have access to all kinds of information. If you haven’t used that access yet, it’s because you don’t want to.”
I swallowed. “I know who you are.”
“I’m nobody,” she said. “You have no reason to keep me here. My parents must be frantic. I was supposed to be home yesterday.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I kept quiet.
She shifted to face me and my eyes fell on the gaping front of her shirt. It was too big, and it had slid from her shoulder. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, just warm, tanned skin that smelled so fucking good. Sun-kissed thighs that parted for me in my fantasies and let me dip my tongue into the paradise between her legs.
“I can’t sleep,” I said.
“Guilty conscience?” Her brow crooked.
I lifted my head and turned and she was so close. When had she moved even closer? My pulse quickened and my cock went rock hard, making me glad for the shadows. Her lashes flicked down as her eyes moved over my mouth and up to mine, glittering in the starlight. Her breath was hot, I felt it brush my bare skin.
“I want you,” she whispered.
My throat went dry. God, how had I not realized how much I was dying to hear those words?
“I thought you were trying to keep your legs closed,” I said.
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck,” she said.
Her hand came up, her fingertips dipping into my hair. Smoothing it back. Her warm palm slid down my jaw and she ran her touch over my lower lip.
“I need your mouth,” she breathed.
