I was a little lightheaded as I confessed, “Not really. No. It was more of an idea, but I didn’t think it’d work. I’m kinda figuring this out as we go.”
I rested a hand to his chest and tried to ignore all the feelings happening in my body.
I liked sitting this way on Creighton.
Like I could dominate him.
Like he would have to do what I wanted him to do.
The power was intoxicating.
Though, of course, it’d only work until the morning because he had an ungodly amount of followers who’d crap their pants if their boss was absent for longer than a night. One of his men would come looking for him. Probably Lassiter. He wouldn’t care who he had to bowl over in order to check my bedroom.
Or Levi, who was still here. And was also trying to charm his way into Palma’s bed.
I could talk Levi into helping cover for me, though he’d probably only give me another day. If Lassiter showed up, no way. The game would be up, but until any of that happened, I let myself relish the fact that Creighton was handcuffed to my bed.
“Usually when handcuffs come out, the other person tells me what they want from me. Information or ...” He lifted his hips up again, and I squeaked a little because even with a pillow between us, I could feel him. And he felt good.
Thisfelt good, the rocking motion he was starting to do.
I pressed my hand harder on his chest. “Stop.”
A chuckle came from him. “Or what? You haven’t told me the reason for this.” He moved his left hand, rattling the handcuff.
I was getting all confused before remembering. “Answers.” I moved my hand.
His head lowered, watching where my hand was going. “For?”
I’d started to lift his shirt up over his stomach. Flustered, I smoothed his shirt back in place and crossed my arms over my chest, glaring down at him, or more accurately, glaring straight at him since he was sitting up against the headboard. “Your war.” My voice cracked.
We were so close to each other.
If I leaned forward and if he met me halfway, our mouths would touch.
My gaze fell to his lips. I was remembering what it’d been like to kiss him. To be in his arms. To taste him.
I swallowed roughly.
My blood was heating up.
“My war?” A faint hint of amusement was heard from him. As his own gaze fell to my mouth before lifting to meet my eyes, he was aware of the internal turmoil happening inside of me. I was getting distracted by my body and his body and the fact we were on my bed, at night, and no one would be interrupting us anytime soon.
Finding myself leaning forward, I groaned and closed my eyes. Slapping a hand to his chest, I shoved myself backward, imagining a bucket of cold water coming down over me.
“One of the last times you saw me, you wanted to murder me.”
Murder him.
Right. Yes.
The robbery.
“I need to know what’s going on with your war with West and Walden. You knew they took me.”
He went eerily still. “You’ve always been able to protect yourself. I failed you.”
“No,” I started to say, but paused.
