An image of her dressed in that gorgeous black and feather gown when I’d stolen her from Milan filled my mind. I wished I’d brought it with us, instead of leaving it on the sidewalk, tattered and dirty. Nila was the type of beauty who deserved to wear decadence every day.
I couldn’t deny I liked seeing her in shorts and regular clothing, but there was something overwhelmingly sexy about a woman in corsets and garters.
Fuck, stop thinking about that.
I was hard enough to kill someone with the weapon in my trousers; I didn't want to come before I’d even filled her.
Her hands landed on my belt buckle. I blinked as she magically undid both my belt and jeans. With feisty hands, she shoved them, along with my boxer-briefs, down my thighs.
I groaned as her fingers latched around my cock.
The fire she conjured in me was too fucking strong. My psyche did what it had been trained to do and retreated instantly, protecting itself, hiding the truth.
I went frigid.
Nila paused, panting. “What—what’s wrong?”
Everything.
“Nothing.” I pulled back, sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
This is so bloody dangerous. You have to stop it.
I sucked in a breath as Nila’s graceful arms wrapped around my neck, pressing her now naked breasts against my back. The swell of soft flesh and pinpricks of hard nipples almost undid me.
I curled my hands, drawing blood as I bit hard on my lower lip. “Let me go.”
“No.”
A small flare of anger shot through my blood. “Christ, woman.”
“Nila. My name is Nila.” She pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “Try it...it won’t kill you.”
You’re wrong. You’re already killing me.
“Jethro—if you’re pulling away, then you should know if you walk out that door and leave me for days on end...we’re done.”
The very word implying I would never be allowed back inside her welcoming body was blasphemy. My anger increased, thickening my blood. “You’re forgetting that you’re mine to do with as I see fit.”
“I’m yours to torment, I agree. But somehow I think your father wouldn’t be pleased with us doing this.” Her lips grazed my shoulders again. “You can’t lie about that. That’s why you told me to keep it a secret.”
I slumped forward, trying to dislodge her hold.
Silence fell awkwardly between us. I battled with doing the right thing by leaving and the wrong thing by spinning around and thrusting my aching cock inside her.
Nila murmured against my skin. “Sex is meant to strip us back. It’s meant to show the truth of what we keep hidden. Don’t be afraid of something that could ultimately save you.”
My heart froze at the thought of revealing my innermost secrets.
I laughed coldly. “I don’t want saving, Ms. Weaver. And sex is the opposite. It’s a projection of nothing more than animalistic need.”
“You don’t believe that. Not what we have.”
“What we have is so far out of my comfort range, I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.”
What. The. Fuck?
I snapped my lips closed at the awful confession.
