Staring at his chest, I kept my voice low. “Let me go.”
Pain laced his words. “I’ve already let you go enough.”
I looked at him. “Dima, I’m afraid that if I tell you about this evidence, you or someone else in the Syndicate will kill Jonathan and others involved.”
“Then, it deals with the Syndicate.”
“I’m not saying it does.”
“I’m not asking.” He sneered. “It’s clear that you’re protecting him from me. Otherwise you would have said something.”
“I’m not protecting him. I’m protecting you.” I tried to move from his arm.
His grip went steel tight. “Protecting me from what?”
“The police.”
He rolled his eyes. “They’re nothing to me.”
“Well then, the FBI or whoever would come if you killed an elected official.”
“I don’t fear any of them.”
“I do.”
“Why would you want to protect me?” He moved his face to the side of mine, brushed his lips against my ear, and then whispered, “I’m a criminal, Ms. Walsh. Don’t I deserve to be taken by the good guys?”
I frowned. “Never mind. Forget I said anything at all.”
He quirked his brows and let me go.
I edged away. “I’ll have her stay with me for these next days. That way I know she’s safe.”
“Interesting.” He backed up and returned to leaning against the hood. Now two feet of space ran between us. This close, I confirmed that the driver wasn’t inside the phantom.
Dima crossed his arms over his chest and opened his legs, giving me a good view of the bulge in his pants. “If you have your friends stay with you, then the threat comes your way.”
“I have two guards who can help with that. Besides, I plan to get more people to protect her.”
The line of his jaw twitched. “Fine.”
“Fine.” I turned around and began to walk away.
“However.”
I stopped.
“You think that this new option will get you out of not telling me what’s going on?”
I didn’t turn around. “Of course.”
He chuckled.
I faced him.
No humor hit his face.
“I’m not telling you, Dima.”
He frowned.
I decided to change the subject. “So, you’re running for mayor?”
He gestured to the champagne jacket. “You missed my coming out party.”
“I doubt I was invited.”
“You weren’t.”
I glared.
“How’s my cat?”
I rolled my eyes. “She’s fine.”
“I heard she’s not talking to you.”
I scowled. “Then, you shouldn’t have asked.”
He smirked. “Come here.”
I didn’t know why, but I did. Maybe, because he was taunting and teasing me by just looking so damn irresistible. Perhaps, I desperately yearned to be closer to him, if only for a few seconds.
This conversation would soon end. Only God knew when I would see him again and in what context it would be.
I stepped directly in front of him—less than a half a foot. Right in his reach. It would be nothing for him to have me down on the hood, legs open, and my pussy available to him.
He touched the curve of my hip and slid his fingers down the side of my thigh. “You wore this dress for me.”
“I didn’t.”
“That wasn’t a question.” He placed his hand at the hem and then slowly slipped his hand under my dress.
Gasping, I tried to step back.
“Don’t.” He stopped me with his free hand, grabbing my other leg and keeping me in place. “You wore the dress for me. Didn’t you?”
I did my best to put on a neutral expression.
“What about the panties? Did you want me to see them too?”
I bit my bottom lip.
“I think that’s a yes.” Slowly, he slipped his hand up my dress, lifting the material to my hips. Cool air brushed against my bare thighs. Lust blossomed at my core. He stopped his fingers an inch from my panties and studied them in the moonlight. “Very nice.”
My nipples stiffened.
He licked his lips. “Have you touched yourself to me yet?”
“Yet?”
“You know that it’s inevitable.” He yanked the dress up higher over my hips, exposing more of my panties. I shivered. He leaned forward, putting his face close to me, and pressed his nose to the front of my panties. Then, he deeply inhaled.
I went wet.
A groan left him. “I haven’t enjoyed your not being in my bed.”
Unable to help myself, I rubbed my pussy against his face.
Grunting, he raised his hands and grabbed my ass, pulling me to him more and burying his face in my pussy. Then, he sucked on my clit through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Oh!” I grasped the back of his head and rocked into him. “Dima.”
Fast, he whipped me around, causing me to lose my balance. My heels clicked as he lifted me and gently lay me on the hood.
Fuck!
My back pressed against the cool metal.
I gasped. “What are you doing?”
Hovering over me, he yanked the top of my dress down and glared at my bra. “What evidence?”
I caught my breath. “What?”
“The evidence, Ms. Walsh.”
“Oh.” I blinked and tried to get up. “I forgot about that.”