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He might not even touch you.
As he’d explained earlier, the hell he’d anticipated wasn’t being around her but not being able to have her. Because of whatever code of ethics he lived by. That fact should have satisfied her to leave well enough alone, but instead, it excited her. Like maybe she could tempt him. Push him to his breaking point and give them both some really hot, once-in-a-life-time kind of sex.
Or he’d shut her down.
In her twenty-eight years, she’d slept with only one guy. He’d turned out to be a complete sociopath and had ruined her in more ways than one. She not only avoided men—she feared them. Because everyone in her world was owned by her father.
Except Toth was an outsider. She’d had to persuade him to take the job of babysitting her. A job whose details she’d had no idea of. God. It was even more humiliating that she’d flounced around his office making veiled threats on her father’s behalf so Toth would watch over her.
Before she let that humiliation drag her into the ground, she steeled her spine and flipped the covers off. Three years of celibacy was enough. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life without intimacy, and with her luck, her vagina would probably dry up. Use it or lose it.
She could do this. She could have detached sex with a man she barely knew—especially since he checked all the boxes when it came to the things she did know. Hot.Check. Protective.Check. Tattooed and rippled with muscle. Alsocheck. And the biggest check of all: he’d clearly taken this job under duress and didn’t want anything to do with Sinners Cartel.
CHECK.
She stood and smoothed her hands over her black tank top. Without a bra, her breasts moved freely and her nipples were undoubtably visible beneath the almost-sheer cotton. A little ball of anxiety spun in her stomach. Ridiculous. She wanted him to strip her naked and she was worried he’d notice her nipples? Sheesh. She really was out of the game.
She made her way down the stairs, her bare feet padding on the pine. She reached the main floor as Toth strode into the living room from the kitchen holding his cell phone. His upper body was shirtless, leaving his tantalizing, tattooed muscle on display. He wore light-gray jogging pants and his feet were bare. A thin line of words was blazed into the flesh over his heart. Other designs covered his chest, stopping above his sculpted abs. Both his arms were decorated with artwork, all the way down to his knuckles. She dragged her gaze back up the length of his body and her mouth went dry.
Who’d have thought one look at Toth half naked would bring three years of pent-up sexual need surging to the surface? She moved her tongue over the roof of her mouth as she stood frozen on the spot.
She wanted him. His hands on her body and in her hair. His lips on her skin, his fingers caressing her everywhere.
He inhaled as he stared at her. His eyes were dark and hooded, his jaw beneath his beard tense and... stressed? No. Something else. He flicked his gaze over her face and his free hand twitched at his side as if fighting the urge to grab her.
Oh, yeah. Sex with Toth would be one-hundred-freaking-percent worth the risk.
He set his phone on the coffee table but didn’t sit. He watched her with his sharp, hawklike gaze. “You okay?”
A few feet separated them and it was too many. Her body hummed with energy. Was charged with need and desire. She pushed her hair behind her ear, nervousness almost stealing her power.
His eyebrows lifted and he held her stare. Then concern furrowed his brow. “Savannah?”
Summoning all her courage, she took three steps forward and rose onto her tiptoes. A quizzical expression passed over his face and then was gone. Her core lit on fire with the feel of his torso against hers. He caught her in his arms and his gray eyes lit with hunger.
“Sav, what’re you doing?” His low voice was filled with both need and warning.
He dipped his head to look at her. Even when she was on her toes, the top of her head only reached his chin. Her breath expanded her lungs and heat pulsed the lips between her legs.
“This,” she breathed, her voice bold and brazen. She cupped the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers.
CHAPTER 13
Electricity shot fromToth’s tongue to his dick. Molten desire pervaded his senses. His body stiffened. He didn’t dare move and break the spell.
Savannah’s soft, plump lips moved over his. Her fingers dug into the skin at the nape of his neck, sending goosebumps over his flesh. Need oscillated through his body, the urge to get inside her so great it almost dissolved his composure. Almost shut down the screeching warning bell in his head.
Off-limits. That meant no kissing, no touching,definitelyno fucking.
Christ, Christ, Christ.
He could keep his hands to himself as long as the ball was in his court. But now, she’d taken possession of the entire fucking game.
A deep craving spread through his body. He’d gotten hard when he spotted her coming into the living room. In her tight pants molded to her supple thighs, with her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her black tank...fuck.
She ground her pelvis forward, putting pressure on his groin. He let out a guttural groan. She swirled her tongue around his. Her warm, slightly fruity flavor filled his mouth. Urgency squeezed his chest, threatening to stop his heart. She made that same motion with her hips and he cupped her waist, anchoring her in place.
“Honey,” he growled, breaking the kiss but keeping his face scant millimeters from hers. He couldn’t put more distance between them if his life depended on it. “If you don’t stop that I won’t be able to control myself.” His voice sounded foreign to his own ears. Strained. Pleading.
