His eyes open and bore into mine. “Do you work alone?”
“No.”
“Did someone you work with hit you?”
“No.”
“Were you working for Hassan?”
It’s all I can do not to smile at that question. “No.”
“Is your work legal?”
I sigh softly. I’m at such a disadvantage right now. His hard, warm body is pressed against mine. Everything about this feels so good, and I want to please him.
He lowers his lips to my collarbone and kisses it, the slight touch of the tip of his tongue sending a shiver of arousal down my spine. “Answer me,” he whispers against my skin.
“Yes.”
“Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“No,” I whisper.
I wrap a leg around one of his, pushing my hips up to nestle against his erection. “Let go of me, Nix. I want to touch you.”
He arches his brows and shakes his head. “I’ll be doing the touching tonight.”
“I missed you.”
“Yeah? Was your phone not working? You could have texted me back.”
“I couldn’t.”
His jaw tightens and his gaze darkens. “Don’t fucking lie to me about this, Kennedy. Is this thing between us real?”
“Yes.” My voice breaks with emotion, because I hate that he’s not sure. “Can’t you feel how real it is?”
“I feel how real it is for me.”
“If it’s real, why do you share who you really are with her and not me?”
“I think you know why.”
I push my hands against his, and he pushes back, pressing my hands to the mattress.
“If it’s real, you’ll trust me,” I say.
“You’re in my home right now. I was about to sleep with you in here before you took off last week. My office is in this apartment, for fuck’s sake. I feel stripped bare.” His voice breaks with raw emotion. “What more do you want?”
“Give me something,” I whisper, pushing my hips against his again.
My body is on fire for him. His words are hotter than anything physical, and I want more.
“I’m not the bad guy everyone thinks I am,” he says in a low tone. He arches a brow, and a corner of his lips turns up. “Well, notas badas everyone thinks.”
“What do you mean?”
He shakes his head. “I just told you my deepest secret. The details aren’t important. Just like the details of your work aren’t important. I know enough. And you know enough about me, too. My reputation is my shroud, and without it, I’ve got nothing.”
