While a larger part of me should resist her advances for the obvious reason that we were situated in a parking lot while an assassin was hunting me, resisting her was impossible. Besides, the SUV was equipped with a dark film covering every window, and glass made of three-inch bulletproof material. The body of the black beast was also as close to bulletproof as possible and the chassis was built with materials and technology preventing a breach from an explosion underneath.
In other words, if anyone was the wiser as to what I was about to indulge in inside the SUV, they certainly couldn’t put a dent in my enjoyment.
“Remove your thong,” I commanded.
If the demanding tone of my voice troubled her, she wasn’t eager or ready to admit it.
“What makes you think I’m wearing any?”
My laugh was boisterous, genuinely surprised at her reaction. “Because I know enough about you that you wouldn’t dare do something so incredibly… naughty. And because I’ve already seen your luscious ass. Do I need to offer you a reminder of why?”
“You might be surprised about who I am, but you’ll find out if you dare try and spank me again.”
“Perhaps. But I will warn you. You wouldn’t like me as an adversary.”
“Is that a threat?”
She was definitely poking the lion, pretending to be a little mouse when I already knew better.
“Only another promise made by a very bad man. However, take it off or I’ll do so forcefully.” The truth was that I craved provoking her into another argument to give myself the excuse to pull her over my knee and bare her rounded bottom. Then I’d provide her with the spanking of her life, something she desperately needed.
Perhaps the situation she’d found herself in had suddenly turned real. She blinked several times, glancing out the windshield toward the bar.
“Don’t worry, Fleur. There’s no way for anyone to see inside.” She was studying me with the same scrutiny, the same intensity that had intrigued me.
The glint of the streetlight caught a glimmer of the necklace she was wearing, a small ruby nestled inside a heart. There was a story with the necklace. I sensed it. The flash in her eyes and the jerk of her head confirmed my thoughts. Instead, I wrapped my hand around her throat. “I might be many things, Fleur, but a thief isn’t one of them.”
Nodding, as she looked down, I gathered there was a clear indication she was piecing together the reality of who and what I was. Certainly not a thief but something much, much worse.
“No wonder you don’t have snow tires. You spent all your money on a prized porn mobile.” Her ignoring my comment meant the subject was off limits, which only created an even more intense need to learn more about her.
I’d also never had a woman go from making me craving to turn her over my knee just to shut her mouth to forcing a laugh from her genuine nature. And caustic mouth. “You’re right.”
“Sadly,” she said in a much quieter voice, “I’m always right.”
Her tone presented a story safely hiding in the darkest confines of her mind. She tugged on her heels, placing them just so on the floorboard before darting another quick look toward the bar. She wrangled with her coat, showing signs of frustration, tossing it into the back with dramatic flair.
My leather jacket would remain on.
I realized I was holding my breath as she slipped her hands under her dress, fighting to keep from enticing me with a preview of her luscious body. As she shimmied her thong past her hips, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel.
Completely enamored with her actions.
My gaze trailed down her calves and I leaned over just enough to capture the sight of her pointing her toes as she tugged the lace free. She didn’t lift her head, not until she’d tugged her hair behind her ear. When she looked at me, I didn’t expect her to offer the lingerie. The woman had several intriguing sides to her.
As I accepted it, our fingers collided and her only reaction was the narrowing of her eyes, leaving her long eyelashes to skim across her porcelain cheeks.
Her expression lingered when I brought the material to my nose, taking a deep breath. She seemed more amused than anything, or perhaps aroused. I was rewarded with a slight snort when I shoved the lace into my jacket pocket.
“You’re not keeping those.”
Leaning over again, I lifted a single eyebrow. “You’re not telling me what I can and cannot do. That’s something you’ll need to accept without hesitation.”
In a sudden move that caused her eyes to open wide, I fisted the back of her neck, immediately dragging her to straddle my lap. There were no words needed. We’d said enough already.
All that was left was exploring our carnal hungers. She took the lead, crushing her mouth over mine. I allowed her actions, maybe due to surprise or extreme hunger. What she’d soon learn was that I never allowed a woman to control any aspect of my life.
She swept her tongue inside, moaning within seconds. Whether she was doing so intentionally, the way she was shifting back and forth on my lap was driving the friction to a level I wouldn’t be able to handle. At least not while allowing her time to play.
