As I climbinto the car waiting outside, he’s right behind me. When we’re both seated and the door is closed, his hand lands on my upper thigh. He strokes his fingers up and down my skin the whole ride to his building, neither of us saying a word. The car glides to a stop at the curb, and Soren gets out while I hesitate.
“Maybe I should go home,” I say.
“I think not. Get out of the car, Miss Knight.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snap.
He nods and takes a deep breath. “Get out of the car, Hurricane.”
“I have anactual name, you know,” I mumble as I exit the car.
He shuts the door behind me and then clutches my hand yet again. “I know. I prefer not to use it.”
“Why?” I ask, confused.
“Because that’s what everyone else calls you, and I’mnoteveryone else.” He says it like the answer should be obvious. But it’s not.
We enter the building, and he takes the first elevator, pushing the button for the top floor. Of course, he has a penthouse condo. I shouldn’t have expected any less from him. The elevator ride is quiet, and I feel his eyes glued to me as we go up. When I glance over my shoulder, I note he’s leaning against the back wall, grinning as he stares at my ass.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” he replies, amused, as the elevator opens. He motions for me to exit first, then he leads me to a set of double doors. He unlocks them, then pushes them open, waving me inside.
The first thing I see is the city skyline showcased against the dark sky through large floor-to-ceiling windows. He has two large cream-colored sofas with oversized throw pillows on them, and a wooden table in the middle.
He walks deeper into the condo, and I follow him to a large kitchen. The living room is large and airy, like the kitchen, and it’s all white with some light wooden tones mixed in.
He pulls open the refrigerator, and I see bottles of water, condiments, and a few takeout containers. He grabs a bottle of water, then turns and hands it to me.
“I didn’t come here for water,” I say, furrowing my brow.
“Yes, but you need to stay hydrated.”
I can’t help but chuckle. Of course, Soren would say that. I take the bottle but don’t open it, watching as he removes his jacket and tosses it over the back of a stool. He then kicks off his brown leather boots and reaches for the hem of his shirt.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting undressed. What does it look like?” His tone says that should be obvious.
“I never agreed to have sex with you.” An impish grin curls my lips.
He raises an unimpressed brow and continues removing his shirt. Then he’s stalking toward me, and his hand slides around my hips to my ass, where he squeezes the plump flesh. “We don’t have to have sex, but we can do other things,” he says.
Pushing his hand away and taking a step back, I put some distance between us. “I guess you’re right. We can do other things.”
Reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress, I pull it down and let the garment fall to the floor. I am wearing nothing underneath, so I’m standing in just my heels.
Soren’s gaze drags from my eyes, tracing the line of my body with slow, deliberate heat. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching as though holding back something raw and dangerous. A breath flares through his nostrils before he takes a single step toward me. I lift my hand, stopping him.“Other things,”I tell him, emphasizing the words. He gives me a skeptical look. “I’d like you to get on your knees and crawl to me.”
I take the bottle of water and then sit on one of the couches, spreading my legs. Leaning back, I ask, “Are you thirsty?” He nods his head but doesn’t move. “If you want a taste, I suggest you get onyour knees.” I wink and open the bottle of water, then spread my legs wider. I take a small sip, then slowly pour the contents over my pussy. The coldness on my sensitive flesh makes me gasp just a little. The water running down my thighs and soaking into the cushion beneath me. His eyes are trained on me, taking in my every movement.
“If you move toward me without crawling, I will get dressed and leave,” I warn him.
“That’s unfair,” he says, sounding almost sulky.
I shrug, still leaning back with my legs spread, pussy dripping water onto his expensive couch.
Not my problem.
