Page 83 of Worth Every Penny
He rolls the back of his head on the seat rest to look at me. “I didn’t anticipate what this was going to be like. Not really.”
“Meaning?”
He leans across to kiss me, nipping my lower lip with his teeth before he releases it. “I have no self control around you.”
Relief curls through me.It’s mutual, at least.
“And I like control. I need it.”
“Maybe”—I slide my hand up his thigh and cup his erection over his trousers—“it’s time to let someone else take charge.”
He laughs, a throaty rumble that I immediately want to hear again. “Not yet.” His cock twitches beneath my palm, but he lifts my wrist and places my hand in my lap.
I stare at my fingers, curled on my thighs, the skin of my wrist tingling where he touched me. “Is this your thing? Self-denial?”
He laughs again, that delicious deep sound that comes from somewhere dark and dangerous. I want to press my mouth to his and inhale it.
“No. Not at all. But I like you. I’m not going to fuck you in the back of a car. Not the first time, at least.”
“And if you didn’t like me, you would?”
His tongue swipes over his top lip. “Absolutely.”
“Damn.”
He flashes his perfect white teeth at me. “Don’t tempt me.”
Resting his hand on my thigh, he plays with the fabric of my summer dress. To my frustration, his fingers rise no higher and he makes no attempt to slide beneath the cotton.
Through the car’s tinted windows, the streets of London flash by, and inside the darkened vehicle I start to feel sleepy. I rest my head against Nico’s shoulder, feeling the pleasant warmth of his body against mine.
“You’ve got your passport?” His voice rouses me a little.
“Yeah. Where are we going?”
“My apartment.”
“Why do I need my passport for that? I thought we were going on a date. I thought we were doing something.”
“I am doing something.” His eyes simmer with heat and my insides melt. “I’m doing you.”
I open my mouth in mock outrage, and he chuckles. “Relax. We’re going to my apartment, but not my London one.”
Ah. Of course, he has more than one. “Where are we going, then?”
He takes my hand in his, sliding his fingers between mine. “Wait and see.”
25
NICO
Kate’s standing next to me on the tarmac, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to touch her… stroke her… grab her and never let go.Fuck. I am in way too deep here, but I’m enjoying the water.
A warm breeze lifts a tendril of stray hair off the fine curve of Kate’s neck, and I want to kiss the skin right there, but instead, I thread my fingers through hers and squeeze. She smiles but doesn’t turn my way. She’s too busy staring at the private jet and, if I’m not mistaken, trying to look unimpressed.
“Paris,” she breathes. “I can’t believe we’re going to Paris.”
“Yup. One night. Whirlwind tour.” I put my arm around her to guide her to the jet.