Page 151 of Lethal Obsession

Her half smile breaks my heart.

“And it includes whoever is trying to kill you, too.”

“This isn’t going to be easy.” But despite my grim words, there’s an almost dizzying euphoria spreading through my veins.

“I know that.” Ofelia’s determined expression curls into an impish smile. “Which is why I think that before we call anyone, we should finish this bottle of Krug. Preferably naked.”

I lift her hand and kiss the delicate web of veins on her wrist. “Luke gave me until eight a.m. to break the news. He said if he didn’t have confirmation I’d done it by then, he’d do it himself.”

“Eight a.m., huh?” She turns my hand to look at my watch. “Assuming the finca wakes at the crack of dawn, that gives us around four hours before we can call.” She lies back on the pillows and takes a slow, deliberate sip of Krug, eyeing me seductively over the rim of her glass. “What will we do to pass the time?”

Fuck, I want her. Desire slams into me with breathtaking force.

I’m also acutely aware that she’s exhausted, injured, and that in several hours, we’ll be facing our family, who will likely want to murder us both.

“Forget all of that.” Reading my mind with the ease that always surprises me, Ofelia touches my thigh with her foot, then grimaces. “Bandaged feet,” she says ruefully. “Not exactly the sexiest look.”

“After being tortured by watching you prance around in those cami sets for weeks,” I say, tracing a finger up her calf, “believe me when I say your feet are the last thing I’m looking at.”

“I thought you said you only watched me when I played.”

“I fucking lied.” Raising her leg, I track my tongue up her leg and behind her knee, choking off her gurgle of laughter into a gasp that makes me instantly hard. “And don’t pretend you didn’t love it when I watched you. I saw the way you posed naked on that terrace every afternoon, in full view of the cameras.”

She peeps at me from beneath long lashes. “Oh, you noticed that, huh?”

“Noticed it?” I tongue my way down her leg, cock pounding as she starts to swell beneath the cami bottoms.

This is what is still a miracle to me—how swiftly her body responds to mine, her arousal just as fierce and sudden as my own. How fast it escalates between us, from first touch to full-blown lust.

“You, butt naked barely inches from the camera, slowly rubbing oil into your body until your nipples glistened?” Pushing up the silk to expose her breasts, I lower my head to one, then the other, until she moans. “Spreading your legs,” I say around her nipple, “just enough so I could see you getting turned on by the thought of me looking at you?”

Her knees widen, and she lifts her hips off the bed so I can tug the cami bottoms down her legs, exposing the puffy mound and glistening lips I’ve been literally desperate to taste ever since she left.

“I knew you’d be watching.” Her voice is husky, her hands fisting my hair as I lie between her legs, tonguing her gorgeous tits as her pussy slowly opens before I’ve even touched it. “I could feel your eyes on my skin as if you were already touching me. Sometimes I’d be so lost in the fantasy that when I opened my eyes and you weren’t there, I wanted to scream with frustration.”

“By then,” I say and suck her nipples until she gasps and arches under my mouth, “I’d be glued to the fucking screen with my cock like iron, desperate for you to call so I could make you come. But by the time you got into that room”—I start kissing my way down to her belly as she squirms beneath me—“you’d always have gone all modest and wrapped yourself in a sarong that I had to make you take off.”

“Do you remember the day I bent over on the terrace? Oh,” she inhales sharply as I lick across the top of her mound. I nod, and she strains toward my mouth. “I wanted you to know how wet I was. And I wanted—I hoped—that when I got into that room, you’d already have your cock out.”

Fuck. Lust slams into me so hard I could come right now.

“Show me,” she says suddenly, pulling back from my mouth. She tugs the rucked-up silk cami over her head, then throws it impatiently on the floor, and when I look up at her she’s staring at the bulge in my shorts, her eyes dark and heavy lidded in a way that makes the blood pulse savagely through my veins.

“I want to see your cock, Alexei. I want it in my mouth. In my hands.” She drags her eyes back to mine and, very deliberately, spreads her knees a little wider. I stare at the swollen lips, the moisture trickling from her, already imagining how she will taste.

I tug at the cord of my shorts, and her hips jerk slightly, her eyes locked on my abdomen.

“Yes,” she breathes, as the head of my cock leaps through the waistband. “Oh, fuck, yes. Every time I saw that onscreen I wanted to scream.”

“Is that right?” Leaning forward, I lick the moisture on her inner thigh, and she moans, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“Take them off,” she pants, trying to reach for my shorts.

I don’t need to be told twice.

My dick slams up against my abdomen, so hard it’s fucking painful.

“Oh.” Ofelia’s hips jerk toward my mouth, then just as I reach for her ass and go to bury my face in her, she squirms away, giving a half gasp, half laugh as she kneels above me, poised so close to my straining shaft I want to bury it inside her.