Page 39 of Forbidden Eyes
“You okay?” I ask. I don’t know why I ask, but I can’t keep my eyes off her mouth and the way it moves. I’m a fucking child. I’ve never asked that question after something has happened between a woman and me before.
“I think so.”
She tilts her head at me as if she’s trying to work out what just went down. In my mind, we absolutely just fucked. I need to sort my goddamn head out. That is not happening again.
No.
I hitch my dick and break out of her hold, unsure what the hell to do now. I find myself reaching for her to help her off the hood.
“You’re unfair,” I mutter, looking her over. A small smile laces her lips as her feet drop back down to the dusty ground. “And dirtier than I imagined.”
“I’m a virgin. I wouldn’t know anything about being dirty,” she replies, finding her balance.
Fuck.
Her fingers smooth her dress down, her neck cracking out as if she’s fully relaxed all of a sudden. Guess she is after coming on my dick. Can’t say the same for myself. I’m ready to jack off for a month.
“That was all you, Carter. And it's all on you.”
What was a mess of panting and adrenaline a few minutes ago, her body quaking under orgasm, gently pushes me away as she crosses to the passenger side of the car. “I'll take the blame for earlier, but this was all you.”
Don't hear her complaining, though.
I nod and open the door for her, a smile returning to mirror her own before I do the only thing I can to make this situation calm the fuck down. “This didn't happen, Fia. You're all kinds of trouble for me, and I'm not entertaining it again.”
The slow smile she gives me, fingers running over the doorframe like she's itching to get a damn sight closer than we've already been, is fucking unnerving.
“Me? Trouble? What could a nineteen-year-old do to cause trouble for a man like you?”
Be nineteen.
A virgin.
And Vico's daughter.
I watch her slide in, casting one last glance at her legs as they slide up into the car, and then slam the door shut.
I'm done. Have to be. What I just let myself get involved in is not a game I'm playing, especially with someone's virginity involved. Besides, I'm a Cane first. Business needs to be my priority. And currently, that business is getting her safely on a plane back to Chicago.
Away from the shit she’s caused.
And my wandering thoughts.
I move round to the other side of the car, grab her takeout, and get in, reaching for my phone to call Danny as I pull away. He reels off the information all the way back to the hotel. Times, amounts, the new cutting process I made him push in so we could show the losses were made while in Miami, not on route here from Chicago. At least Cane is covered that way, even if my ass is still way out there in the open. The other part needs discussing with Quinn. I can’t keep that from him, even if he chooses to keep it from Vico.
Inopportunely, the second I end the call, Quinn's name starts flashing on the screen. I ignore it and look at Fia as we pull up outside the hotel. I’m not having that conversation over the phone. What I do need before that conversation happens is an idea of what Fia wants to do—what she’s going to tell her father.
“How far do you want to go?” I ask, cutting the engine.
She tucks her hair behind her ear, shooting a coy glance at my dick. I didn't mean that, but now she's looking I can't help but smirk. Might even bend her over and…No.“Fia, I have a face. Look at it.” The rush of colour that flushes her chest and cheeks is cute as fuck and everything I shouldn't notice. “I meant about confronting your father.”
“Oh. What's that got to do with you?”
“You just came all over my dick. You wanna tell him about that, too?”
The blush increases, and her head turns as she grabs at the door handle, probably embarrassed. “He'd kill you if I told him that,” she mumbles, getting out of the car. My brow rises. She's damn right, but it happened, and if she's going to mention it, I need to know.
For both our sakes.