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“What you asked me just now, two seconds ago, don’t you remember?” Indy turned her head halfway, her eyelids fluttering open now, her gaze filled with something that felt startlingly close to that potent mix of the physical and the emotional, the animal and the spirit, the thought and the word, the question and the answer. She stared expectantly, then suddenly blinked twice, a flash of disappointment streaking across her face before she forced a little smile. “OK, never mind. You don’t remember what you just asked me. Maybe I didn’t hear you right.”
“Wait, what did I just ask you?” Ice gulped back another fleeting memory of having mumbled something as that incomprehensible yearning ripped through him moments ago, transporting him somewhere else, like he’d lost time, had been lost in space.
Indy blinked twice more, glancing strangely into his eyes before looking away. “No, never mind. I probably didn’t hear you right.”
Ice felt her pulling away from him. Not her body but the rest of her.
“What did you hear?” he forced himself to ask even as the memory of his mumblings flickered through like splintered light through slatted shades. “Tell me.”
Indy swallowed silently, then glanced at him sideways again, barely able to hold his gaze. “You asked if I loved you.”
Ice almost blacked out as the memory came back just as her words came through. He stayed silent, embracing Indy from behind, his body pressed against hers like a blanket, a shield, a second skin, like he wanted to merge with her, join with her, become part of her, consume her so she would become part of him, fill in what was missing, that exposed part of his soul where she’d broken through his armor.
Ice couldn’t understand it, couldn’t explain this need that Indy had exposed in him, a need that scared him, made him vulnerable in a way that he didn’t think he could ever be.
“Yeah, you didn’t hear me right,” he said gruffly against her neck. He swallowed thickly when he felt her flinch against him. Then he spoke, the words coming quick, from that place where they bypassed the censor in his mind. “I don’t need to ask you that. I already know the answer.”
Indy’s body stiffened under his embrace, then relaxed suddenly, almost like she’d given up, was collapsing. She turned her head away from him, shaking it slowly and looking down at the floor. “You’re exhausting,” she said, still not looking at him. “One moment I think I know you, think I understand you, think I understandmyselfaround you. And then you say things and I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not, if you’re still playing that game of manipulation and dominance that I know is part of you, maybe evenallof you.” She paused a beat. “But then I remember we’ve only known each other a day. A hell of a day, sure. And I know the psychology, how extreme experiences bond people together in very short periods of time. I feel it too, Ice. And shit, it feelssoreal. But it’s still been just a day. Which means that maybe we’rebothreading this wrong, Ice. There’s no way this can mean what it feels like it means.” She sighed and shook her head again. “I don’t even know what I’m saying. And apparently I don’t even know whatyou’resaying, since you claim you never said it.” Indy took her palms off the wall, tried to get out from his embrace, but Ice wouldn’t let her. “Let me go.”
Ice shook his head, tightening his embrace and pressing her gently but firmly against the warm black marble. “Not until you answer my question,” he whispered, feeling that vulnerable part of him opening wider, exposing more of that yearning need that he didn’t even know existed in his battle-hardened heart, in his steel-reinforced psyche. All he knew was that he needed to hold on to her, that he couldn’t let her go, couldn’t release her until they’d sorted this out. Something told him they were at a crossroads, a turning point, that if he broke from this embrace and let her walk out of this room they’d never be able to find their way back to this place in the clouds, this space in the steam, this surreal corner of the universe where time seemed to stand still and space seemed to swirl around them like floodwaters eddying around a rock. “Answer the question, Indy,” he said again, the voice rumbling from deep in his throat, his fingertips creeping downwards past the upper edge of her dark delta as Indy’s ass squirmed against his cock in a useless attempt to break away from him.
“You said I didn’t hear you right,” she said, her cheek flat against the wet marble wall now, Ice pressing against her from behind, holding her in place like he’d done back at the safe-house, like they were replaying the scene in a different setting, like perhaps they’d replayed this scene in a thousand settings over a thousand lifetimes, the power of all those lifetimes converging in the eternal now, the singular moment, the infinite present.
“And you saidask me again,” Ice murmured, smothering her body from behind, sliding one hand up along her midsection to her breast, snaking the other hand down along her curl-covered mound until he teased the top corner of her slit, making her tremble and tighten as he pressed her against the hot wet wall. “So I ask you again. Do you love me?”
“This is a very strange interrogation,” she whispered weakly against the wall as the water hammered down on Ice’s back, the steam hissed around their soaked bodies. “It’s been a very strange day. And that is a very strange question. Why . . . why would you ask me that? How could you possibly expect me to say yes?”
Ice didn’t flinch. He was regaining his frame, finding his way back to the path he instinctively knew they needed to head down, a path that felt like it had to be walked before they could face whatever was coming next in this strange mission, this mission that seemed manufactured by that strange wolf-eyed man even though obviously it couldn’t have been, not with Kaiser and Moses and CIA wet-teams and mysterious manipulators in the shadows of Langley.
And so Ice kept going down this path. He moved his hand through the shadowy wet curls between her legs, making her gasp. “So the answer is no?” he whispered. “You can say no if the answer is no. But you can’t lie. Remember who you’re dealing with.”
Indy raised an eyebrow, then rolled her eyes up towards the marble wall that she was smushed against. “How could I forget who I’m dealing with when I’m being squished against a wall by a big bully who gets grumpy when he has to ask the same question twice.”
“I’ve already asked this question twice, which means this is the third time,” Ice pointed out. “And I warned you once and am warning you again: You donotwant to see me grumpy.”
Indy giggled sideways at him. “Haven’t I already seen you grumpy? Back when you were tied to the bathroom fixtures and captured on video for Jack’s viewing pleasure?”
“Way to kill the mood by bringing up that grinning jackass,” Ice grumbled.
“Way to kid yourself into thinking there’s amoodhere.”
Ice grinned. “Damn right there’s a mood. And you seem to be very much in it.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Indy murmured. “I should remind you I’ve asked to be released about ten times now.”
“You want your release? Finally we’re getting somewhere!” Ice’s finger and thumb closed around her nipple, pinching and twisting just as he pressed her clit with his fingertip. Indy reacted like she’d been electrocuted, her body twitching against his, her tongue snaking out past her lips, her eyes rolling up in her head as Ice kept the pressure on, twisting her nipple and grinding her clit, his cock pressed lengthwise and upright against her writhing ass. Then suddenly Ice stopped everything, froze his fingers mid-pinch on her hard nipple, pulled the pressure off her stiff clit. “But asking for your release is only the first step. You need to beg if you want me to finish the job.”
“You asshole,” Indy groaned against the wall. “I thought the United States doesn’t allow torture. I have rights, you know.”
“The only rights you have are what you negotiate,” Ice growled against her ear. “And your only negotiating tactic is to beg.”
Indy shook her head, her cheek moving against Ice’s lips. Then she moved her ass, pushing backwards against his swollen cock, making him almost choke on his damn tongue as he throbbed against her flesh.
“I think you’re pretty damn close to your own release,” she murmured as Ice’s vision got blurry from the way her ass was moving against his erection. “And once I get your weapon to discharge, you’re going to be defenseless, out of ammo, emptied out. Though judging from all that sticky white stuff on your tough-guy combat pants, you might already be emptied out.”
Now Ice slammed his hips forward against her ass, pressing her so hard against the wall she couldn’t squirm, couldn’t grind, couldn’t use her cushioned arsenal against his loaded gun.
“Did you just question my manhood?” he growled into her hair from behind. “You sure you want to go down this path?”
