Viktor laughed. With actual real-life humour. “I believe you about O’Brian’s cock, but there is nothingun-criminal about you, Asher Moore.”
“Don’t whole name me.”
“Why not?”
Cos it made me want to do unspeakable things to him. Things he wasn’t ready for, and maybe never would be.
I stopped the car outside Katya’s house and got out, moving automatically to scan our surroundings and open Viktor’s door.
“You can stop doing that now.”
I ignored him.
He caught my arm as I turned away. “We have started three conversations and finished none.”
“You wanna talk, Vik?”
His eyes blazed meadow-green fire, but Lida appeared before he could answer and jumped at him. Cos she’d got the memothat he was no longer made of glass and she was miffed we hadn’t taken her flying with us today.
Having her close chilled me out. At least when it came to assassins lurking in the shadows. I walked ahead to the house, scoping it, checking the security footage on my fancy phone.
All clear.
I opened the front door, waiting for Viktor to catch up.
Lida slipped past me and headed for her bed. Viktor took his sweet time and I realised he’d shimmied up a tree for a fucking orange.
I was not in the mood.
“Is the last blood orange.” He dropped it in my palm. “Come.”
Stop telling me to come.
Viktor eased past me, his neck so close to my face I smelt jet fuel and smoke. The sweat he’d built while he’d flown the chopper.
Fucking oranges.
All of it made my dick hard and my heart hurt, and I raised my gaze to the night sky, pleading for help from a god I didn’t believe in. Seriously. This shit was The Crystal Maze of horny heartache.
No help arrived. I locked the door and trailed after Viktor, following him to his bedroom.
I handed him the gun from my waistband and watched him stash it. Watched him strip his shirt, waiting for him to move on to the shower.
He didn’t.
Viktor closed the gun safe and came to me. “I cannot stop thinking about all the things we have done. The things we have yet to do. I have never thought of someone in such a way.”
“If you’re not talking about sex, I’m gonna need a translator.”
“That is my point. I do not think about sex for months at a time, and then you...” He tapped his temple. “I cannot stop.”
I felt that. But none of it had anything to do with the conversations we’d abandoned in the car. There was shit I needed to know. Words he needed to speak. And then I had to tell him to go fuckhimselfif he thought I was staying put while he fought a war without me.
But... Viktor tugged my shirt off. His hot skin met mine and my thoughts scrambled, only one coherent enough to catch.
Careful.
Viktor kissed me.
