Page 11 of Draco's Defiance
“Yes.” Though based on her racing heart, if he didn’t answer soon, she might collapse before either outcome transpired.
“I want both, Moira.” Lifting one hand, his fingers neared her face and gently brushed the loose strands of her hair away. “I need real advice, but you’re just about the hottest fucking lawyer I’ve ever met.”
“Oh.” She had no idea what else to say to that, his fingertips caressing her jaw were sending all rational thoughts scattering from her brain.
“Is that okay?” His touch was so soft. She couldn’t remember any fleeting touch being so damn enticing before. Not that there had been many men to compare him to.
“Yes.” Her voice was a breathy gasp; a sound she scarcely recognized.
“Good.” His hand slipped to the side of her neck and held her in place. “Listen, Moira, I’m a man who tends to get what he wants, and I like to be in control, but I’ll take care of you.”
“I think you will.” Her reply was only a whisper. “I trust you.” Though, she didn’t know why.
This is madness.
“Thank you.” He leaned closer. “You don’t have to look so scared.”
“I’m fine.” She laughed but had to admit the sound was nervous.
Why was she afraid? She wanted him, after all? But something about the glint in his eyes spoke of danger; the electrifying sort that would leave her breathless.
That’s what it is. Her eyes fluttered fleetingly closed as she processed the realization. I’m attracted to his danger.
Monroe was a blatant and insidious threat, and yet somehow when the man who’d played her unexpected savior presented a similar potential menace, her first responses were intrigue and arousal.
“Excellent.” His hand slipped to her shoulder, gently guiding her in the direction of the exit. “Let’s go.”
Draco
STEERING HER OUT OF Berrunti’s, Draco walked by her side as they turned onto the busy path.
“Which one is yours?” Her gaze ran along the line of cars parked outside.
“This one.” He didn’t deny the exhilarating rush of adrenaline-filled triumph that flooded his senses as his finger grazed over the key fob and unlocked his Ferrari.
“Wow.” She glanced in his direction quickly, her awed expression offering him exactly what he wanted. “What did you say you do for a living?”
“I didn’t.” Reaching the car first, he opened the passenger door for her. “After you.”
“Well, whatever it is, it must earn you a penny or two.” She slid into the front seat, inadvertently revealing more of her tempting thighs as she went.
Or, perhaps it wasn’t inadvertent? The hint of misbehavior in her green eyes meant he couldn’t be sure. Moira seemed to be a woman living a double-life. She had earned the respectable job in the desirable company, but every indication she’d given him conveyed how much she longed to break free of such convention.
No problem. He smiled as she fastened her safety belt and he closed the door. I can help her there.
Striding around the car, he slipped into the driver’s seat and switched on the ignition.
“I’ve never been in a car like this before.” Her gaze scanned the leather interior with reverence.
“Not many people have.” He liked the admiration oozing from her voice. His money gave him leverage over other people. Moira wasn’t the first woman who’d been impressed by it.
“I didn’t think I’d like it so much.” Her brow rose as though it was a naughty confession.
“You’re allowed to like nice things, Moira.” Pulling out into the line of traffic, he reached for her hand.
“Yeah, well, my current salary doesn’t allow me to,” she scoffed, though he sensed the edge of resentment in her voice.
“I thought lawyers earned good money?” Not as good as his family made, perhaps, but enough to splash out on a sports car.