“Areyou?” I shot back. “I don’t know your sister. Do those texts she sent this afternoon sound like her?”
He glanced over his shoulder at the screen again. There was a flash in his eyes, a quick twist to his mouth, but then he shrugged. “Sure.” He turned his attention back to me, the full force of it, his eyes lingering on my lips. “Satisfied?”
I was still planning to find Anaïs Beaumont and drag her back to her father, but there was no point flagging that with the brother. He might just tip her off. If thiswasn’tjust a publicity attempt, and shehadgone on a bender, better that she think she was in the clear. She’d be more careless that way, easier to track.
“Yeah,” I told him. “I’m satisfied.”
The walking fingers turned into a caress, making me shiver with desire. “And are thereotherways in which I could satisfy you this evening?”
Itwasevening by now. The window here looked out over the city, and behind the downtown skyscrapers the sky was bruised, the dirty colors of sunset bleeding into the yellowish smog rising up from the city.
I stood and looked down at him. Was I really going to blow this gorgeous guy off for athirdtime? My hands were almost cramping up with how hard I was fighting my instinct to reach for him. Touch him.
Undress him.
It would be a dumb idea to get mixed up with Miller Beaumont for many reasons, such as the fact that his father apparently held influence with a powerful Mob Boss—a Mob Boss who wouldn’t hesitate to havemeremoved if it suited that friend. Ciro Castellani was a pragmatist.
I needed to get the hell out of there and keep looking for Anaïs Beaumont.
But instead, I slid my hand around the back of Miller’s neck. “Let’s start with this,” I said, and then I kissed him.
CHAPTER11
MILLER
Cold fish?Nah.
This guy was the volcano type. He evenfeltlike one, his body not just warm as it pressed up against me, but searing, right through his clothes. The fever-heat of him made me boneless, slumping against the desk until he pulled me even closer, his mouth demanding, challenging me to give as good as I got.
He kissed me so fiercely that when his mouth moved from mine, I sucked in a big lungful of air, and then let it all out again in an embarrassingly loud moan as he bit his way down my neck.
My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat; maybe he could, too, as his lips danced over my skin? He’d gone from insatiable to teasing, and I couldn’t make up my mind which was worse—better—and why the fuck had Ineverfelt this way before? Like someone was filling me up with helium until the only thing keeping me from floating away were his arms around me, and mine around his neck, hanging on tight…
I was terrified. Terrified and euphoric and giddy and horny as all fuck.
Jack pulled his lips from my throat and slid a hand into my hair to cradle my head, which lolled back into his hold. “You good, Trouble?” he asked gruffly.
“Keep kissing me,” I told him firmly, and he did. He kissed with his whole body; it wasn’t just about mouths, tongues, teeth, though he used all of those expertly. His hands conjured magic out of me, making my blood burn and buzz as it ran through my body. It felt like he had touched every single cell within me, every atom, and all he’d done was…
“Kiss me,” I gasped, as he broke away again.
“You’re falling down,” he murmured, winding his arms around my waist and hiking me up. I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, keeping him close even when he tried to seat me on the desk. “Ah, fuck,” he sighed, as I tried to pull him down on top of me. “You really are trouble.”
“Kissme,” I demanded again, and he finally got back to it, his mouth locking onto mine as his fingers pulled at my clothes. Why had I even bothered to get dressed down at the pool? I wondered, as he tugged up my shirt and ducked down to tongue my navel. The unexpected dart of it, wet and warm, gave me a sharp, carnal throb, the thrill stabbing straight down to my balls and making me groan. He was back on my mouth before the sensation had died away.
“How far are we taking this?” he asked, his lips still against mine, and for the first time I could hear the shake in his voice.
So it wasn’t just me. I wasn’t the only one spinning in a kaleidoscope of erotic uncertainty, mad colors swirling in my head as my flesh burned under his touch. “You can do whatever you want to me,” I told him, and I meant it. He owned me right then, could have had me any way he wanted.
“I don’t want to do thingstoyou,” he said, yanking open my jeans. “I want to do thingswithyou. So—”
I lifted my hips and helped him slide my jeans down, and he stopped short as he stared down at my cock. I’d forgone underwear back at the pool house, and I wassoglad for it then, just to see the look on his face, surprised and tender and hungry all at the same time.
I propped myself up on my elbows and fixed him with my eyes. “You can do whatever you want…withme.”
He looked down my body, his eyes skimming over me, and I did the same, wondering how it looked from his point of view. My shirt hiked up under my armpits, my flushed nipples beaded tight, the long, aching length of my cock arching over my belly…
“You are—” he began, and then caught a breath. My heart, which had been thundering this whole time, squeezed itself still for a moment as I wondered if he was about to turn around and walk out on me, just like he had last night. “—even better than I imagined,” he finished at last, and I gave a painful shudder of relief.
