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“Me, too. I need mouthwash. Where’s the bathroom?”
“You can use mine with all my crap, or you can take the powder room off the kitchen.”
Shrugging adorably, she steps toward my bathroom. “I don’t mind your crap.”
“Good girl.” I pull her toward me and eye my handiwork: Mussed up hair, smeared lipstick, and mascara stains under her eyes. “Don’t you dare clean yourself up. I did this to you. I want people to see that I’ve done this to you.”
Even if I can’t take credit because we’re fucking in secret.
My comment stiffens her spine like she remembers the whole point of the game was to leave here looking like she does now. Which I fucking love. Even if it’s just to enrage another man, who is also me.
“Control freak.” She wobbles away in those heels, taking my heart with her.
Fuck, she has to get home. I have to get my car.
And pack.
Shite…
Standing in the middle of the bedroom, the walls close in on me. I’m playing a dangerous game with my family’s security.
“Are you okay?” Jillian’s voice turns me around.
I’m still naked and love how she looks at my body. As my brothers inked up their skin, I took a pass. Memories of wrenching pain in my hands and skin, stopped me from getting tattoos every time. The trauma of those horrific hours in the cold, dead woods of Upstate New York never left me. The pain stays shadowed under my skin.
Glancing at the mirror, I’d never be able to pull off this game with Jillian if I had tats.
Maybe all that agony was fate whispering… Just you wait.
“I have to pack for my flight.”
Nodding, Jillian rubs her arms. “Then let me get out of your hair.”
“I would love it if you came with me.” Uneasiness crawls over me, leaving her alone in the city.
“Why?” She drops her hands to her sides.
“Because I like you.”
Laughing, she says, “You don’t like me. You like controlling me.”
For a second, I wonder if she’s right. Where is all this obsession coming from?
My eyes roam her body, and every inch sparks heat in my chest. Even that mouth. Especially that fucking mouth that felt like heaven around my cock.
“Maybe it’s both. I need to be in control.”
It’s not just lust. I wanted her like I’ve never wanted anything. A car. A suit. A woman.
But why her? She lives three thousand miles away and has dedicated her life and her career ambition to putting people like me behind bars. She almost had Cormac doing time.
“Besides, I have plans this weekend,” Jillian softens her refusal after I’ve gone silent.
Plans.
Plans to hook up with Johnny.
Who won’t be here.
