My mouth stretches into a tight line as my fingertips slide away from the gun and from his taut torso. Just an aside, in another life, I’d spend hours tracing the outline of his muscles with my tongue… “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I’d like you to take your hands off of me right now,” I say in a menacing whisper.
“That’s what you say, but is it what you really mean?” He presses himself tighter against me, forcing himself between my legs and I have no choice but to grab onto him, otherwise I’ll lose my balance completely. He grins. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“You know, I just told you about a traumatic situation,” I say, trying like hell to make my lip quiver. “And here you are trying to take advantage of me. In public, no less! You knew how scared I was. What kind of an insensitive asshole would play on that fear?” I shove a finger into his chest. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not collecting a prize tonight because you did a good deed by saving me. Just so we’re clear!” I grab my shot and gulp it down. “And now, as you can see, I’ve finished my drink, so I’ll just be going now.” I shove my hands against his chest and…nothing. He doesn’t even blink.
And his chest is like a massively thick wall of cement. It’s going to take a hell of a lot more of a quick shove to get him to move.
I know why I agreed to come in here.
What I question is the reason why I’m still standing here when I should be on my way home right now!
I’d always prided myself on getting a job done without being sidetracked by distractions, no matter how deliciously decadent they may be. And tonight, I am just failing on all fronts.
Epically.
“I don’t think so,” he says.
“Fuck you,” I seethe. “What, are you part of Vigo’s sex and drug trafficking ring? You brought me here to get me drunk and finish the job he couldn’t?” I don’t really believe that, but as I speak the words the thought percolates…I mean, anything is possible in the mafia underworld.
Too bad this jackass doesn’t see what’s about to happen next.
“Quid pro quo, sweetheart. You want answers? You’d better start giving them.”
“I already told you what happened to me! That’s all I know!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Okay, then, Columbo, why don’t you tell me what you think?”
“I think you want something, something you didn’t anticipate,” he breathes as he leans back into me. “And that’s why you’re still here. You say one thing, but then you do another. Why is that?” He backs me into a literal corner, the wood bar pressing against my spine.
I square my shoulders. “You don’t know anything about me. Don’t pretend to guess what’s going on in my head.”
“I know you haven’t made a move to leave. And you had a chance to grab my gun but you didn’t.”
“So what, that makes me a glutton for punishment, doesn’t it?” I flutter my eyelashes at him. “In which case, how could I be anything but innocent?”
“No innocent would be able to handle the punishment I’d deliver,” he snarls, lowering his forehead against mine.
The cloud of desire swirling around me is so thick, I may just choke on it.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I murmur as the door opens as Jameson struts back into the lounge.
His expression is pinched and he looks seriously pissed off.
May be just the break I need to cut ties with The Italian Stallion.
And that time could not come soon enough.
Uncle Boris wouldn’t be happy about this little detour I’ve taken.
The job was to kill Vigo, not trade sexual innuendoes with a man who may possibly want to kill me if he finds out my true identity.
I shove my shoulder against Gio and he finally backs away, a wicked glimmer in those deep blue pools. “No need to be rude.”
I lift an eyebrow. “I’m going to use the restroom.”
“Sounds good. I’ll join,” he says.
I balk at his words. “You’re a really sick bastard, aren’t you?”
“Relax, I’m not coming in. I’ll just stand guard outside.” Gio leans toward me. “You never know who might show up, and I wouldn’t want that to play on your…” He trails a finger down the side of my arm. “Fear.”
Jameson looks between us a couple of times before rolling his eyes. “I don’t wanna know, do I?” he asks, hailing the bartender over.
“No,” Gio says, never moving his gaze off of me. “We’ll be back.”
I grit my teeth, holding onto my bag as I stomp through the place in the direction of the restroom. I push through crowds of people dancing and pawing at each other without so much as a look back at the sexy anchor I’m dragging, even though I’m fighting the temptation to pull him close and pin him against a wall so I can show him how much he can do to help alleviate my ‘fear’.
I think that’s what has me the most pissed off right now…the fact that I let way too much slip in the small amount of time I was under his devious spell.
Okay, and maybe also because this mysterious, yet potentially deadly, stranger totally has my thong in a twist and has me caught in a loop of X-rated fantasies.
For all I know, he’s planning to slit my throat once we get to the darkened space at the back of the lounge. He hasn’t let me go for a reason, and I’ll bet it’s not because he—
A determined force jerks my left arm, pulling me around a corner. I gasp, stumbling into a column before my back is slammed against a wall. But before I can utter a single sound, his lips crash against mine, his needy tongue plundering my mouth, tangling and tussling with my own in what can only be described as a frantic feeding frenzy.
Not that I can imagine ever being sated by this delicious assault on my mouth.
Goddammit!
I was so close to escaping…
But the taste of the forbidden is just too sinfully sweet to resist.
He presses his chest against me, his hands sliding up the sides of my torso — so powerful, so demanding, and so unbelievably in control, which is more than I can say for myself right now.
Then again, my objective is complete for tonight, so why not engage in a little release?
His knee forces my legs open, his lips scorching a path down the column of my neck toward the neckline of my dress. I lean my head back against the wall, my eyes floating shut as his devious hands knead my breasts, lapping at my exposed flesh without a single care about anyone interrupting our erotic little tryst.
Oh God, he is so good at this.
So much better than that fat fuck Vigo was.
I run my hands up and down his spine before gripping his waist. His mouth has moved up to my ear, tugging at my lobe and teasing the area behind it. I let a tiny mewl slip out as I cup his dick, stroking it through the fabric of his pants. So it is true what they say about Italian guys.
They really are massively hung.
Heat pools between my legs when I feel his fingers slide up the sides of my dress. He presses against my clit through the lacy fabric and I squeal as he slides it to the side, plunging his digits into my pussy. He drags them out slowly, agonizingly, and methodically, rubbing against my clit before shoving them deep once again. I clench around his fingers as he taunts me with the push and pull. I lift one leg and snake it around his waist, drawing him closer so I can slip my own hand into his pants. I fumble with the button, finally able to grasp his throbbing dick. I rub my finger over the tip, sliding the slick precum up and down his shaft as I stroke him.
He crushes his lips to mine once again, groaning against my mouth as I tighten my grip around him, running my hand up and down with increasing speed as my body quivers and trembles against him. The orgasm rips through me, paralyzing every movement to the point where I can’t even move because the rush is so intense.
And that’s just what his hands can do.