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Although I can sympathize with that feeling, she isn’t being imprisoned for the rest of her life. Merely a week is all her mistake will cost her. Had she been anyone else…
I have the sudden urge to touch her, but when I reach out to caress her cheek, she jumps back. Her bag drops to the floor, but she quickly picks it up.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to flinch. It won’t happen again.” Lifting her gaze to mine, she remains still. However, her breaths increase when I reach for her again.
“You’re afraid of me.” Instead of touching her, I grab her bag.
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “Yes.”
“You have no reason to be as long as you hold your end of the bargain.” Damn it. I would like nothing more than to play with her, but she seems so terrified, her blue eyes wide, that I’m forced to restrain my lust.
One night for her to get used to the idea that she belongs to me would make things easier. What’s one night when I have six more? It will allow her to shed the fear and give in to the attraction I sense from her, even when she tries to hide it.
Against my own body’s desires, I say, “I won’t touch you tonight. You have my word. Tonight, you will sleep in the guest room.”
As if she’s just gotten a stay from execution, she lets out a breath. “Thank you.”
“But tomorrow night,” I say before she gets too used to the idea, “and every night after that, you’ll be in mine. I won’t care if you’re afraid, Andie.”
She nods. “I understand.”
I escort her to the guest room located across the main living areas of the penthouse. It’s the furthest point from my suite, which I hope gives her the sense of security she needs to calm down, even if it’s false.
Because she knows this place better than I do, and obviously, all the best hiding spots too, she automatically goes to the switches and turns on the light. I drop her bag onto the king size bed, and stare at it.
Nick went through her things before placing the bag in the back of the car. Protocol. However, I’ve never been as curious to see what a woman has packed as I am with Andie. Perhaps it’s because the few women I have traveled with have all carried a fleet of expensive luggage with them. Yet, Andie has put everything she needs in one small and very old duffel bag. I requested she bring her work “uniform” of jeans and a T-shirt. But is that all she brought?
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
“Where are the rest of your things?”
“Things?” She furrows her brows, those delicate lines forming between them.
“This is all your brought?”
She looks from me to the bag. “I didn’t bring that many clothes because I assumed we’d spend most of the time…” she trails off as she glances toward the bed and her tongue darts out to lick her lower lip the way she does without realizing what it does to me.
“Fuck me.” I get to her in three long strides and before she can utter a word in protest, I have her pushed against the door jamb.
With one hand braced above her head and the other cupping her jaw to hold her in place, I bring my lips crashing onto hers. She stiffens for only a moment before yielding to my kiss, because she knows it’s mine to take now.
Her mouth opens and I slide my tongue inside and taste her and it’s everything I knew it would be and more—hot, sinful and so fucking addictive. A drug like no other.
She moans as I inhale, and the sound reverberates through me. The way she responds to my kiss, her breaths coming in rapid pants, her mouth just as hungry for mine… It makes me heady and instantly drunk.
I regret kissing her even as I press myself harder against her, molding my body to hers, trapping her arms between us. Because this is the kind of kiss that can ruin a man. I’ve seen it happen to the best of them. Seen them fall to their fucking knees because of a kiss.
I’d like to think I’m better than that. Stronger. But the fact that I find it almost impossible to break the kiss sets off a blaring alarm in my head.
My heart pounds furiously as that adrenaline rush I’m always seeking pours into every cell in my body so fast it catches me off guard. The need to possess her, to fucking consume her, is more powerful than I expected.
She comes with me as I pull away, keeping our lips together a split second longer. When I peer down into her face, something inside me shifts and I wonder if that split second was enough to ruin me like those other men.
No fucking way. There’s a reason I’m at the top of the Vegas food chain. I don’t fall to my knees for anyone. Not even a fantasy come true. Not even for those big blue eyes.
Her fingers curl and I feel the sharpness of her nails dig against my chest as she looks at me with heavy lidded eyes. Tomorrow her nails will be digging into the skin of my back.
Tomorrow, I’ll be prepared for the sort of intoxication I’m in for with her.
