He finally let go of my face, and I sputtered, “Is that supposed to comfort me?”
“I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am. I won’t argue with you,” he added when I started to tell him off. Instinct warned me that underneath the boyish smirks and mischievous eyes lurked someone who dominated as easily as he played.
“What are you doing in here?”
“I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh, great,” I replied sarcastically. “Another one.”
“You have a wicked sharp tongue, you know that?”
“I’m usually a delight. It’s the assholes and child abductors I have trouble holding back for.” He didn’t get angry like Angel or annoyed like Lucas. He laughed and nodded his head in agreement.
“I can understand the temptation.” The look in his eyes said he was talking about a different temptation. I needed to change the subject fast.
“What’s your proposition?”
“All business. I respect that.” He grinned, and I swear if I had panties, they’d melt.
“Zachariah.”
“No one calls me Zachariah.”
“I do.”
“You are a mother,” he whispered with admiration. I tapped my foot letting him know I was becoming impatient. “I know you want him.” Before I could deny what we both knew was the truth, he added, “But you want to withstand him more.”
I struggled to find the denial that would make the most sense. The one that would sound the most believable when uttered.
“Yes.” I instantly regretted giving him even that much. I shouldn’t trust him since we both knew whose side he was on.
“I could help you.”
“Why would you do that?”How would he do that?He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed. “What are you doing?” I squeaked when he followed me down.
“Isn’t this where you were headed?” He leaned over my prone body. His hands were planted on each side of me, keeping me caged in.God, he smelled good.Like citrus and smoke.
“Yes, but without you.”
“Relax.”
“Get out and I will.”
“He kissed you, didn’t he?”
I wasn’t even surprised by the abrupt change of subject. “How do you know that?’
“Lucas said you two were pretty cozy this afternoon.” Damn, Lucas and his big mouth. “So?”
I nodded.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Of course, I didn’t.”
“Don’t lie to me, Mian. I’ll know.”
“Why do you care? Did he send you in here to find out how good of a kisser he is? I’m nineteen, and even I find that completely juvenile.”
“What upsets you more? That he kissed you and left you wanting more, or that he didn’t come back for more?”
“You’re full of yourself.”
“I wish you were full of me right now.”
“God! You’re so—”
“Hot?”
“Looks don’t win over every girl. Sometimes a little chivalry is needed.”
“Let me get this straight.” I didn’t like how his hot gaze traveled from my eyes. Down they went until they settled between my thighs and rested. “The idea of Angel kissing you again while you are full of me,” he spread my thighs apart until I was bared completely for him, “doesn’t make you wet?”
“Z, don’t—”
“You need relief,” he guessed. “I could give that to you.” Without permission, he moved his fingers between my legs. I moved to close them, but he was too quick. His fingers settled over my lips, stroking, and teasing my arousal higher.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.” The moan that followed didn’t help me sound convincing.
“I could help you, princess.”
I hated how my body grew warm all over when he called me that, and how the ache between my legs intensified under his command.
What an asshole.
“Why would you do that?” I gasped when he strung the right cord over my clit.
“Because it would be fun for me.” I wasn’t surprised. Someone like Z was always looking for fun. “I won’t fuck you if you don’t beg me to. I’ll just get you off… I know you’re in need.”
“I won’t help you betray him.” I shrunk back when his eyes narrowed to fiery slits. Chill bumps that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room lined my skin even as my entire body flushed from the rush of heat.
“I’d never betray my brothers.”
“Then what do you call going behind his back by keeping me sane?” Insanity was the only word to describe why I wanted my captor’s touch.
“Helping him.” I almost missed his words and the vehement way he spoke them.
“How could getting me off help him?”
Instead of answering, the corner of his lips lifted and his eyes lit with mischief. “You’ll see, and you’ll both thank me. All I’ll require is his first son named after me.”
“Excuse me?” I successfully yanked his hand from between my legs and told myself I didn’t mind the loss. “Why would I have any say in that?”
His gaze lit up and then I felt his fingers pushed through my hair. His hand cupped my face perfectly, making the moment intimate. “Damn, you’re naive,” he whispered, ruining the moment.