Page 6 of Untamed
That stung, because I sure as hell wasn’t. This close, I could feel the warmth of his skin, smell a hint of soap, and it invaded my senses slowly, lazily, like honey melting on a summer day.
“You’re an archaeologist. You search for physical proof of things before you build theories on top of that evidence. Would that be an accurate explanation?”
“Yes.” Narrowing my eyes, I tried to drag my attention from the scent of his skin to what he was saying. My mouth was dry, and the space between my legs that pressed into the cradle between his hip was warm and starting to ache.
He gave no indication that our position was getting him all hot and bothered, too. None. How was I the only one feeling this?
“You have your physical proof. Harassment in the form of vandalism, and the more direct threat with the poster mailed to Margot.” With the sort of ab crunch I couldn’t do even on my best day, he hauled himself into a sitting position, still without pushing me off his lap. “Sure, it could be that someone just wants to mess with your head. But what if it’s more? Wouldn’t you rather be prepared?”
“I like being prepared.” I ran my tongue over my lips and swallowed. Holy mixed messages. His words, his demeanor—he was still fully in G.I. Joe mode, but still, he hadn’t pushed me away.
“So how is this going to work? You just follow me around all the time?” A thought occurred to me. “You’re not expecting to stay in the same room, are you?”
Looking at him, though, I felt that same strange pull that I had in Margot’s suite. I might not actually mind having him that close.
What was wrong with me?
Margot and the network had been right—I was absolutely in danger. But the threat?
It was him.
“I will be close by at all times until the threat has been resolved.” His face was impassive. “Didn’t Margot tell you? My contract with the network requires that we even shower together.”
My mouth fell open, but not because I was shocked by his words. No, it was because it gave me one hell of a mental picture. That long, hard body, naked, pressing me back against a tiled wall as water rained down.
When I looked at him again, he was smirking. I broke away from the sexy image, trying to hold back my blush as I punched him in the shoulder.
“That’s a lie.”
“It is,” he agreed with a crooked smile. Wow. When he was all stern, he was hot. But that little smile? Heaven help me. “I’ll only shower with you if you want me to.”
Heat rushed through me so fast I was surprised that my skin didn’t steam. And maybe it was me pushing back after having such a big decision made for me, but what I did next was completely out of character. And yet, I still did it.
I couldn’t help myself. Leaning forward slowly, I brushed my lips over his.
He didn’t move, but those pale green eyes were wide open, watching me intently.
Nudging at him, brushing his mouth with my own, I ran my tongue over the seam of his lips.
His entire body jerked beneath mine, as though electricity had whipped through all those muscles. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made my nipples tighten and the pulse between my legs quicken.
He pulled back abruptly, leaving me gasping. Somehow he managed to stand us both up while dislodging me from his lap, but not before I felt his cock thicken against me.
I wasn’t sure what I expected him to say or do, but when he simply pointed to the door, I was still unsettled.
“Go inside.” I waited—surely he had more to say than that. A reason. An excuse.
Nothing. And when he looked at me, the eyes that just a minute ago had mirrored my need were hard as stone.
He waited, and I knew, somehow, that his patience would far outlast my own. I went, something raw lodging in my throat.
I could feel his eyes on my back every step of the way.
