Dammit. Whoever the Dubinin employed as a hacker, they were good.
“My parents were killed when I was young.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to my brow. “Caught in gunfire between two factions of the Cartel in Chicago.”
I exhaled a long, hard breath before nodding.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, almost convincing me to believe it. How could he be sorry that my parents were killed by Cartel thugs when he could be categorized as the same thing?
“Thanks, but you know what?” I sat up, hating that I could be getting this acquainted with the man I still had to figure out how to handle. How to end this magic and bring him in. “I hate this invasion of my privacy.”
Not letting me move away, he tugged me back down. Startled by his possessive grip, I let out a soft grunt when I draped him, held flush to his slightly hairy rock-wall of a chest.
Feeling his erection wouldn’t distract me this time. Not after he’d helped himself to details about me. “You don’t know me,” I warned, hating how I was giving away how defensive and hurt I was. I needed to aim more for a teasing, sarcastic approach, but I was too bothered with his beating me even with one step.
“I do know you,” he countered playfully, as if he noticed the turmoil in my eyes and wanted to go back to that lighter sense of a connection we were exploiting.
“No, you don’t.” Dammit, I was totally pouting now.
With that slow grin that charmed me, he tugged me over until I was fully on top of him.
“I know how to please you,” he said as I sat up, straddling him.
He was impossible.
Insatiable.
Wild for me.
And I wished I could make that part of what we shared permanent.
“Oh, you do?” I taunted, relieved to steer him away from what he’d learned about who I was. I doubted that his hacker found anything about my current and biggest case, researching the Obsidian Eye alliance and stopping its formation. If he was aware of that focus of mine, he could assume I was getting close to him to ask about his father. No matter how much we were enjoying each other physically, I had to remind myself that he was a son loyal to his father, a spy and killer committed to his family.
But right now, as he cupped my breasts and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, he was just mine.
He nodded. “Yeah.” Moving too fast for me to track, he slid his hands over my sides until he held me and rolled us. I landed on my back and closed my eyes as he started a slow trail of hotkisses over my body. “Yeah, I do,” he said belatedly, brushing his lips over my pussy.
I shivered at the friction of his beard against my sensitive skin there. It felt so good, but I wanted his mouth on mine. Tugging on his hair earned me a wince from him. I didn’t stop, urging him to come up until I could kiss him deeply. As he moaned in agreement, he lined up to thrust into me with an agonizing slowness that drove me wild.
Hooking my legs around his waist, I sighed at the perfection of that delicious stretch. At the pressure against my clit. The fullness of him in me and the security of his arms around me.
“Yeah,” I agreed as he drove into me steadily, pushing me closer to come. “You do,” I said, repeating his claim. Fast and hard or slow and gentle, he knew how to make me come. I was sore, so very raw from having more sex in two days than I’d had in many years.
But for now, until we had to figure out the next step, I’d take advantage of every second of this that I could.
Shouts sounded from outside the house, and we both went still.
He stared at me, scowling. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
I frowned as well.
More Cartel thugs were near, pounding on the doors of every house in the area from the sound of it.
“You don’t have a tracker on you, do you?”
He smirked at me.
I shrugged.
