“I know what you are.” She reached up, her fingers cool as they brushed against my jaw. “I know what you do. And I’m still here.”
I caught her wrist—not roughly, but firmly—and pulled her against me again, but with a hunger that had been building all day beneath the work strategy and carefully maintained facade. Her mouth opened on a soft gasp, and I swallowed it in an open-mouthed kiss. I kissed her with none of the gentleness I’d tried to show her last night.
This kiss was raw. Desperate. The truth of what I felt stripped down to bone and nerve. Mila made a sound low in her throat and kissed me back just as fiercely, her hands fisting the material of my shirt.
And I realized with a clarity that was almost painful that she was the most dangerous thing I’d ever allowed myself to want.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Mila’s lips were swollen, and her eyes were bright with something that made everything in me hunger for more.
“You’ve been drinking,” she remarked, her soft voice devoid of any accusation.
“Yeah. I drink whenever I want to. Morning or midnight,” I told her truthfully.
She gave me a small smile, like it was the answer she’d been expecting.
“Tonight,” I uttered into her ear, “I’m taking you to bed again.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “Tonight?”
I raised a questioning brow, and that was when I realized what her question meant.
Oh, no.
It might be too soon. Yesterday was her first time.
The last thing I wanted was for her to see me as a sex-hungry beast who only cared about his pleasure.
“It doesn’t have to be tonight,” I corrected myself, shaking my head.
A look of confusion crossed her face. “Wh… what? Why the sudden change of mind? I don’t mean to… I totally understand you might be busy… You have work stuff to handle and… ”
I interrupted her. “It just crossed my mind that you might be sore.”
“Oh?” Her eyelids dropped before she went on. “I’m okay. You were very gentle.”
“Are you sure?” I questioned, lifting her chin and forcing her to look up at me again.
“I am.”
“Well, then nothing can stop me from taking you again tonight.”
She swallowed but didn’t say anything.
Then I chuckled.
“What’s funny?”
“You, Mila. You ramble when you’re… nervous or shy.”
“Who said that?” she asked, her tone a bit higher than usual.
“Nobody,” I replied, shrugging. “You did it just now. And today was the second time.”
She pursed her lips before releasing them again, squinting her eyes playfully. “On the balcony.”
I nodded in affirmation, and she chuckled.
“It’s adorable. I like it. Not that I like you being worried or nervous to the point of rambling, but I like hearing you talk. Really talk. Not just two words.”
