He pushed away from the table, stood, and left without a word, the bodyguards trailing behind him.
She was tense, probably unsure what to say or do.
I picked up the menu and scanned the print. “Let’s order. I’m fucking starving.”
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We sat in the back of the dealership’s newly acquired Range Rover, heading home, when I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid over to her. She was wearing the same dress she’d worn when we’d gone to see Salome. It was the exact shade of red I could turn her skin with the palm of my bare hand, and such a beautiful color on her.
The conversation with her brother had bothered her, and I wanted to distract her from it. He’d come around. In another life, it was possible Konstantine and I could have been friends.
I gently placed my fingers on her neck, and felt her pulse beneath my fingertips quicken. Her throat bobbed with a swallow. Without words, she understood. I always wanted her, but the need was fierce tonight. I stroked my thumb along the curve of her neck and leaned in, making the tip of my tongue follow my thumb’s path.
She shuddered with pleasure, and her tone was teasing. “Can you wait until we get home?”
“Please?” came from up front. John sounded half-serious.
“Everybody just relax,” I said, annoyed. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.” I leaned in again, putting my lips beside her ear. “For now.”
A slow smile spread over her lips. “Promise?”
I matched her smile. “You know me.”
“I do. Better than anyone else.”
Fuck, I loved this girl.