Christian chuckled and got in next to me, pulling the white sheet up to our hips. “The park’s closed tomorrow for holiday, but the day workers will be here. We need to leave by dawn so my friends can remove the bed.”
I snuggled against his left side and watched the fish. “It’s cold in here.”
“I plan to keep you warm enough. In fact, when I get through, you’ll want to swim with the fishes.”
I smothered a laugh. “Maybe you should rephrase that to something less threatening.” I nipped his chest before kissing it. “When you were charming Ronald, did you really use the word banana as your code word?”
“What of it?”
“Remind me never to let you pick our safe word.”
“Mmm.” He rubbed his hand sensually down my side, over my hip, and behind my thigh. “Does that mean you want to get dangerous, Miss Black?”
“I don’t know of anything more dangerous than lying naked in a habitat filled with animals that would eat me for dinner. I’ve seen stories on the news about how lions and gorillas get out.”
“A silverback won’t eat you, but he might crush your chest with a few blows before moving on.”
“How reassuring.”
“’Twould be a shame if the polar bears got loose. Or crocodiles.”
I glanced around and then slapped his chest. “Cut that out.”
Christian stared up at the ceiling. “Worry not, Precious. I’d wrestle a reptile for you.”
I circled my finger around the feathers of his tattoo, which stretched across his upper chest. “I’m surprised you didn’t make our date on the roof of the tallest building.”
“After your aerial tour of the city on a helicopter?” He chuckled softly. “This is something we can both enjoy.”
I hooked my leg over his and drew in a deep breath, enjoying the masculine scent of his cologne. When my knee grazed against his delicate parts, he sucked in a sharp breath and gripped my thigh.
Christian stroked my hip. “Remember when I said I had a secret I was keeping?”
“Yeah.”
“This was it. I promised it was a good secret, so I hope you’re not vexed.”
My gaze drifted to the fishes circling in front of the glass that spanned the length of our view. “In some twisted alternate reality, I can see you as a sexy college professor. The dark, brooding kind who romances his students.”
He jerked his head back. “A professor of what?”
“I don’t know. Biology, zoology, sexology… One of those ologies.”
His fingers delicately traced over the knuckles on my hand, which rested over his heart. “There’s only one student I’d want to seduce, and she’s a complete fecking lunatic who dangles from helicopters and rides atop fast-moving cars. I think she’d rather be a stuntwoman. We’re an odd match, me being the romantic.”
I snorted. “This is your idea of romance? Being watched by a hundred fish eyes, not to mention the crew in the security room?”
“Would you rather me spice things up by feeding one of your enemies to the lions?”
I nuzzled closer to him. “Now you’re talking.”
We locked together like two puzzle pieces.
He stroked my shoulder. “Did you talk to your da?”
“Yep.”
“And?”
