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I considered her closely. “What’s the right answer?”
“You don’t need to apologize for anything tonight.” She unclipped one of her hoop earrings, then the other. “You taught me that lesson earlier. Remember? This is my idea. You’re being very kind going along with my wishes.”
This was my idea, too, my obsession since I’d met her. It had been me who’d dissuaded her from her course of action and asked her to choose me. I’d taken my gamble and thrown my dice, and somehow, this ended up going my way. What Missy didn’t know was that, once I was in the game, I was in it to win it.
I’d have to find a way to tell her later.
As to me being kind, bullshit. I wasn’t being kind to her. I was being selfish because I needed her more than I needed my next breath.
“Have you done this before?” I asked.
“I think so.” She stared at the golden hoops in her hand, avoiding my eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“When I was in boarding school, they organized a dance once a year.” Stepping on the back of her sandals, she kicked them off. “The students from the boys’ boarding school came over. We were a girls’ only school, so it was a big deal. Once, a boy asked me if I wanted to make out. I thought I should try it. We ended up in a utility closet. It was fast, but he came.”
“What about you?”
She gave me the strangest glance. “What about me?”
“Did you come?”
“Not the way you made me come when you did that thing you do with your mouth.” Cheeks flushed, she got up from the bed and dropped her earrings on the parsons table. “Affie saysthat when it comes to pleasure, a good vibrator always beats…” She lowered her eyes to my groin. “You know.”
“Affie says that a good vibrator beats what?” I asked. “A dick? Fucking?”
She nodded and shrugged at the same time.
“We’ll see about that.”
My huntress had never been properly fucked before. It was up to me to teach her the true meaning of pleasure. When I next looked up, she was sliding her panties down her legs.
My blood rushed straight to my dick. “What are you doing?”
“I thought maybe we should be naked.” She stared at the panties in her hand, then at me. “Am I wrong?”
I gulped dryly. “No, you aren’t wrong.”
“Okay, then.” She folded her panties and set them on the coffee table. Without blinking, she pulled the tie at the back of her neck. The dress melted off her body like butter on a grill.
At once, all my fantasies came true.
Dear gods, don’t take me now.
My heart pounded like a beast against my ribs. Missy stood naked before me. The suite’s dimmed lamps shimmered over her gorgeous body, highlighting her skin’s rose tones, infusing her smooth curves and long limbs with a soft nimbus, revealing the small, rectangular patch of red hair that crowned her pubis, as perfectly groomed as the rest of her.
She took out the pins holding her bun and shook out her shockingly red mane until it spilled over her shoulders and half way down her back. It framed her body and caressed her skin in a way that made me desperate to run my fingers through her thick, lustrous hair. The moon sent a beam of light to kiss her, alighting the fire in her mane. She looked like a living, breathing goddess. Or an angel.
I forced myself to close my mouth. The gods must nothate methatmuch. After all the things I’d done wrong in my life, I must’ve done something right to be here, now, enjoying the sight of the only woman in the world who made my heart sing.
She looked down on herself. “Will this do?”
“Oh, yeah.” I couldn’t believe I had to tell her this. “You’re beautiful, Angel. Stunning. Gorgeous. Never forget that.”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at me.
“You think I’m lying?” I stood up, unclipped my concealed holster from the back of my pants, and set it, along with my cell, on the night table. “Some things can’t be faked. Allow me to present you with hard evidence.”
