Ueli had the SUV’s rear door open as we reached him. “Get in now,” he growled.
He’d almost snarled.
“Was it deliberate?” Nicolai asked him when we were close enough.
“It looked like it.”
The other guys fanned out, running for the other vehicle.
Theoneother black, tinted SUV, not two of them.
“Where’s the other car?” I whispered to Nico.
“I don’t know,” he said, darting a quick look over his shoulder.
Nicolai half-tossed me into the back seat, clambering in right after me as Ueli slammed the door behind him and jumped into the front.
Dushyanta turned the wheel, and the vehicle pulled out.
I scrambled backward, wedging myself into the rear seat’s corner as Nicolai grabbed for his seatbelt, the strap clanking against the retractor.
He looked up and caught me staring at him.
His hand stilled.
My God, his eyes had been shining when he’d told me to look at him, when he’d said he was only looking at me.
When he’d called memy wife,when he’d told me to touch his face to show Jimmy his ring on my finger.
When he’d called meMrs. Romanovand told everyone he adored me.
God helpme,I’dbelievedhim.
But he was acting. Hemust have beenacting.
From the other side of the car, Nicolai watched, his jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists. He didn’t look angry. I’d seen his anger with his brother.
He looked wary, his eyes wide, scanning my every move.
I muttered, “Fuck it,” for the first time in my life and lunged across the rear seat to straddle his legs.
The warmth and strength of body between my legs, between my thighs and almost where my legs met, was an electric snap to my sensibilities. I’d never done this. I’d never let anyone so terrifyingly close tothatpart of me, not with my legs spread apart, open, unguarded.
Off-balance, I slapped my hands against the window and the front seat behind me so I wouldn’t tumble off his lap.
Nicolai stroked up the silk dress over my thighs, his palms and fingers curling around my hips, holding me down on him.
I could feel the smooth cloth of the suit he wore, the hard lines of his body underneath, at the very tops of the bare insides of my thighs, against the satin of my panties, and in the smallest friction against that inner part of me, vulnerable as the petals of me weren’t pressed together.
I’d never— This was too?—
Nicolai was staring up at me, his eyes locked on mine, but he spoke loudly to the guys in the front. “Get us into a garage and park the car. We need a minute.”
“Yes, sir.”
The SUV rocked around us, the sudden acceleration swaying me on my knees, brushing his body against me. His gaze didn’t leave mine, and I didn’t look away from him.
I couldn’t.
