“And you trusted him?”
“Yes.”
“And you never asked how?”
He shrugs. “Plausible deniability.”
“Like the money. I still don’t get what was in it for him. What aren’t you telling me?”
Because there must be something, something he’s holding back, that explains what Luca’s end game is in this.
“Do you think Maria finds this weird?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Ah, there he is. The politician. Misdirection 101.”
“Says the woman who fucked me in the kitchen to change the subject.”
“You’ve got a crass mouth.”
His eyes darken, and the twinkle of mischief shines from behind the mossy green pools that has my cheeks warming.
“You’re blushing,” he says, grinning. “Are you thinking dirty thoughts, Luce?”
He moves quickly, pushing me onto my back and rolling onto me. My head cradled between his biceps as he bends down and smells my neck, running his nose against my pulse point. The softest of kisses touches behind my ear before he’s leaning on his arms, looking down at me.
He looks at my lips, and I wiggle underneath his weight, wrapping my legs around his waist as I lean up to take what I want.
Him.
My lips meet his, and just as we sink into the moment, I place my feet firmly on the bed, thrusting my hips upward. He loses his balance as I use my own momentum and motion to land on top of him, holding his arms next to his head.
“Not fair,” he says, grinning. “You can’t use your assassin moves in the bedroom. It’s cheating.”
“We need to come up with a plan. No sexy time.”
He pouts, and it’s fucking adorable.
“I want to see what’s on the hard drive.”
“Way to ruin a moment,” he mutters, and I climb off him.
“Do you think Maria has a laptop?”
“I’m sure she does. I’ll get it, and please don’t take this the wrong way, but you need to shower.”
I frown and subtly go to smell myself, and the bastard laughs.
“The blood, Luce. You’re covered, I’ll grab you a new top.”
“Oh, yeah good thinking.”
He walks to the door, and as it opens, the most breathtaking smell comes through the gap. “Is that?”
“Meatloaf,” we say in unison and grin.
“I suddenly feel like I’m fourteen again,” I admit. Meatloaf was my absolute favourite.
“I told her that we hadn’t eaten.”
