Page 179 of Wrecked
He could hear the smile in her voice. “If you move back home, and I’m not with you, you won’t last one night,” he said.
She laughed. “You are the cockiest man I have ever known.”
“Thank you.”
Another chuckle from the back seat. “Once we figure out who’s trying to terrorize me, we can talk about everything else.”
He could live with that… for now.
They returned to his townhouse, and she vanished upstairs with her items. He slipped off his sport coat and poured two brandies. With a snifter in hand, he turned out the living room lights, walked onto his balcony. The gentle summer breeze warmed his skin while he gazed at the sky, dotted with twinkling stars.
Leaning on the railing, he sipped the top-shelf liqueur, letting the smooth burn roll down his throat.
The report he’d run had been a bust. No member of Lost Souls could be found on any terror watch list. No surprise there, but he had to be thorough.
Addison appeared with her drink. She tapped her glass to his, sipped.
She’d ditched the mask and wig, pulled her hair into braided pigtails, changed into a short silk nightie with spaghetti straps.
He let out a soft whistle. “Very sexy, baby.”
Her sultry smile was her only reply. After another sip, she stroked his back. He put his arm around her while they stared out at the black river.
“I’m going to read.” She left him standing there as she sashayed inside.
Unable to resist, he followed. In the living room, she sipped the brandy, set down the glass, and picked up a book with a man’s picture on the cover. With her shapely, bare legs resting on the ottoman, she patted the cushion next to hers, and smiled up at him. “Sit with me.”
Rather than sit beside her, he eased down on the opposite side, swung his legs onto her lap. “Whatcha reading?”
“It’s a romance by my favorite author.” She held up the book.
He stared at the cover. “Who’s Stoni Alexander?”
“She writes romantic suspense.”
He snickered. “I’m surprised you’re reading that. I thought you’d be into crime thrillers. Aren’t romance books just a bunch of fluff?”
“No. I love her stories.”
He eyed the book cover. “And what’s with the guy?”
“He’s a total hottie.” Then, she glanced over at him. “He looks a little like you. You want me to read to you?”
He didn’t, but he wasn’t stupid. No way would he refuse her. “Sure, but don’t get mad if I fall asleep.”
Her smarmy expression made him chuckle. “Oh, you won’t be sleeping when I’m done reading this to you.”
She opened the book and read an excerpt out loud.
“Her insides burned for him. She couldn’t think about anything but him. She was desperate to strip him naked and take him inside her. He was beautiful, more beautiful than any man should be. But he was evil. A brooding, wicked man who used his smile like a weapon. She didn’t want anything beyond his perfectly sculpted body. Just him and his raw animal magnetism.
When she dropped her robe, he stood there staring long and hard at her naked body. His hungry gaze dropped to her breasts, to her hairless pussy, her muscular thighs before returning his gaze back to her eyes.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he ground out. “You ready to scream my name again and again while I fuck you for my own pleasure?”
Heat traveled up her neck to her cheeks. She wanted to cover herself from his sinful gaze, but she wanted him to see what he was about to have.
Her. All night long.
