“Yes.” She winced at the sound of her high-pitched voice. Clearing her throat, she added, “Just fine.”
His husky laugh caused her belly to contract. If he ever guessed he was the main subject of her X-rated dreams, she’d be mortified. Could he read her mind from this distance or through the phone? Was he omnipresent like God was supposed to be?
With another not-so-subtle clearing of her throat, she asked, “What’s up?”
“Are you alone?”
Was he toying with her? It sure felt like he was.
Her breathy “yes” was embarrassing.
Way to tell him you’re fantasizing about him without telling him, Nadia!
And why was she so damned warm? She pressed the back of her hand to her brow to check for a potential fever. She did feel a little clammy.
“What are you wearing?”
The desire in his roughened voice was akin to rubbing crushed velvet against her sensitive skin, and she shivered. Yep, they’d definitely left the friend zone in the rearview mirror. The only guys who had ever asked what she was wearing in bed were interested in far more than friendship.
The bathroom shower kicked on, and she figured she had about twenty-five minutes tops before answering to Gabriel—her father.
Feeling reckless, she exhaled a shaky breath. She was insane for entertaining the idea, but she found herself saying, “Come over and find out.”
The words were hardly out of her mouth before a knock sounded on her balcony slider.
“Is that you?” she whispered.
“Who else would it be?” he growled.
Heat curled in her stomach at his possessiveness.
She pulled back the semi-sheer curtain and struck a pose with a hand on her cocked hip. The tight red boy shorts hugged her ass, while the white tank top molded to her breasts. She stood braless and brazen, knowing the dark outline of her areolae was visible to his hot gaze.
Luc’s gaze scorched every inch of her as he drank his fill.
“Very nice,” he murmured. “Open the door, Nadia. Let the big bad wolf inside.”
She shivered, and he zeroed in on the evidence of her arousal.
His jaw visibly tightened.
“Don’t make me break the door down.”
His husky-voiced intent thrilled her. The idea of his barbaric busting through the glass just to get to her was every woman’s fantasy come to life.
Hell, Luc was every woman’s fantasy come to life.
“What do you intend to do once you’re inside?”
“You are playing with fire, pet,” he warned, eyes darkening.
“I know,” she acknowledged. “I can’t seem to help myself. Maybe I’m possessed or something.”
“Not yet.”
Her fingers grazed the lock and paused. The second she flipped that switch, Luc would show no mercy. Was she prepared for this level of gameplay? Highlights of every dream she’d had since meeting him flashed through her mind, one after the other, like a film reel.
Their eyes met and held.
