My head fell back against the seat, and I thumped him on the forehead a few times lightly with my knuckles. “Are you listening to me? I will walk if you hurt someone else because you’re jealous. Do. You. Understand. Me?” We would work on the whole issue of what he thought was a ‘threat’ instigating him with the need to be a ‘monster’ later.
He stared, still smiling. “You think you can just walk away from me?”
I stilled as crazy stared down. “Is that a threat?”
He paused, his smile slowly fading. Sanity emerged in his brown eyes. “No. I would never really threaten you.”
I nodded bit-by-bit. I must be the cracked one because I believed him. “Good. Now are you going to go after this Don guy? Do I need to walk away now?”
His jaw clenched. “You haven’t seen him.”
I shook my head. “Not what I asked.”
“He’s as good looking as Lev. Maybe better. And he’s young. Like you.” He paused. “And he can dance well from what I’m told.” He appeared thoughtful and shook his head. “No. You’re not going out with him.”
I smiled. It probably looked a lot like my mom’s had earlier. “That is not your call.” I hushed him when he scowled. “Going on one date to appease my overbearing parents does not equal sex. A date can be just a simple date to keep Mom and Dad off my back. And yours, since they’re on the fucking hunt right now.”
“You haven’t seen him.” He was furious.
Fuck, Don had to be something special.
Reaching up, I placed my hands on his cheeks and gently rubbed his stubbles that were already showing from his morning shave. “I’m not going to have sex with him. I promise. This is for my parents. Now calm down.” My eyebrows crinkled as I realized how much effort I had to put into something as simple as being lovers with this man. “You know, when guys normally get jealous, it’s kind of cute. You don’t fit that category very well.”
He leaned his cheek more into my right hand as I caressed him. “I never said I was an easy lover.” His eyebrows snapped together. “When you’re with me, I consider you mine.”
Absently, I rubbed where his eyebrows met. “I’m notyours, Daniil. So back off just a little.”
His jaw clenched again. And he stayed mute, his gaze darting all over my face. He really didn’t like that answer, but it appeared he was trying to contain his frustration. Very sluggishly, he whispered, “This is not easy for me.”
Ah. “Me either.” I had just figured out his issues with me. He was of a different generation. One where the women weren’t quite so liberal. And from the sound of it, he was used to no one arguing with him in the first place. Those were his problems, whereas mine were that he was so much more experienced than me—in life—and his reigning violent ‘tendencies.’ “It’s a good thing the sex is so extraordinary; otherwise, I think we’d both wise the fuck up.”
He chuckled but cut it off when all four of his children groaned. Biting his bottom lip, he asked gently, “Can I at least bust one of his knee caps? He won’t dance so well then.”
I started laughing because, fuck, he was serious. I snorted. “No. You can’t.” I pulled his head down, breathing right against his ear, “If you’re good, I promise to be in your bed that night.”
Downhearted, he muttered, “I suppose that’s better than nothing.”
My jaw dropped, and I pinched his ear. “That was not very flattering, smooth talker.”
He paused, and his nose crinkled. “Shit. That didn’t come out right.” He leaned down, pressing more of his body on me, kissing my neck lightly. “I’ll dance with you that night when you arrive. Out of bed. And in bed.”
I grinned, squirming under him, brushing against all his hard muscles. “That’s much better.”
“Thank you.” He nibbled on my earlobe. “Only one date with him. Right?”
Rolling my eyes. “Yes. That was the deal.”
He nibbled up my jawline, pressing his rapidly hardening cock against my thigh. “You were right earlier. Your parents are a pain in the ass.” He paused. “Try not to make any more deals with them like that if you can.” He actually asked it nicely.
I nodded. “I don’t plan to.” Utter truth.
“Hmm…” He kissed me silently, and slowly, his tongue hot and warm. Against my lips, he murmured, “I suppose I don’t have to hurt Mr. Phillips this time.”
I bit his bottom lip, keeping it between my teeth. “Daniil.”
He stared down at me even as he moved forward, kissing me, eyes open. His heated breath blew into my mouth. “That’s the best I can do.”
I growled but nodded. We would work on that.
