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“I’m not a slut if that’s what you’re worried about. I haven’t been with a man in years.”
He’s silent and snapping with energy as my heart races behind my breastbone. The pads of his fingers flex against my back and my breast. “Am I a bastard for saying that makes me happy as hell?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
When he shoves his hand into my hair, I know I’ve won him over, and I’ve done what I said I’d never do—hook up with a doctor.
Damn him. Damn me.
Damn Pavel for shooting me. Because I’m breaking my own rules too. And enjoying it far too much.
Scotch’s mouth collides with mine in a breathtakingly ravenous kiss.
This time, he’s going for broke.
And I’m about to cash in.
And god, what a kiss. The man owns me as he turns my head for a deeper angle. My fingers dig into his lat as he steals my breath and makes my heart flip cartwheels.
His right hand cups my butt demandingly, and he lifts me clear off the floor. I can’t hold back my throaty laugh. God, he’s big. And strong. And hot as the sun itself.
When he sits onto the edge of the bed, I’m wrapped around his waist. “Tell me if anything hurts,” he says as he opens his mouth along the cord of my neck.
“Mmmm… hm. That doesn’t hurt.”
If he’s going for broke, so am I. Because feeling alive never felt so good.
CHAPTER NINE
Walking in on Simona naked was the last thing in the world I needed to do. The situation couldn’t be much worse.
Let me take that back. It could be a hell of a lot worse. Which is why maybe I feel like going after what I want.
Simona could have died on that operating table. Or in the back of that car. She could have bled out or coded or… hell, a hundred different things could have happened.
And I would have never gotten the chance to tell her she’s fucking gorgeous. Or that her bristly attitude somehow turns me into a walking erection.
Or that I want to know her story.
Her favorite color.
The ice cream she always picks.
And the way she likes to be touched.
So, walking in on her, standing there, with the pale light from the lamp painting her in pinks and golds, was the moment that I knew I had to have her.
Right here in San Miguel.
Right here in the safe house.
While Andre guards us. Because yes, I’m a greedy fucker. And life is short.
Too fucking short.
And everything about the last few hours proved that once again.
I should be saying ‘hell, no’.
