Draco (Coded for Love 2)

s when she lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze, he understood. She wanted to know.

Draco wanted to be the one to help her find her way, to discover everything about her. To watch her while he brought her to orgasm. “That was pretty hot, what we did here, under the desk.”

“Hot and dangerous.” She chuckled but rolled her eyes at the same time. “Imagine if anyone had seen you doing that.”

“I was watching out. If anyone had come close or looked over for any length of time I’d have taken my hand away.”

“Left me hanging,” she said accusingly, her eyes sparkling.

“Only to keep you safe. And I want to make sure you’re safe.” In every way.

Her eyes smoldered. Her independent character went into stand by when it came to sexual intimacy.

“Safe and under your spell.”

“You seemed to like giving into my demands.”

“It was… an adventure.”

“We have time for more adventures.”

“Do we?” she asked softly. “If you can build a database with one hand tied behind your back, I imagine you’re pretty close to the answer I need.”

Did she want it to last as long as possible, as much as he did? It seemed that way. He already had the answer she needed, but he hadn’t decided what exactly to do with it. Not yet. “Close,” he eventually replied, and returned to his workstation.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The alarm clock beeped once, by which time Draco reached out and hit snooze. He’d been awake a while, but Lara was still sleeping.

Watching her slumbering on soothed his troubled thoughts.

He’d spoken to both his sisters the night before, and now he was worried. Just when he thought they were out of the woods with their grandmother’s health and safety, Sky informed him Rory might lose his job. His boss had died suddenly. Sky sounded devastated. She was upset for him, for Rory. Draco could sense it even over the phone. They were close. Much closer than he’d realized.

It still made him uneasy, but acceptance was the larger part of it now.

By the sounds of it they’d stood by each other through a difficult week.

And Rowan was on top of things at home, thankfully. Once he was done with this job, he’d head over and spend time with them, the women at base camp, as he thought of them. Once this job was done? The thought troubled him even more.

He wished the ticking clock away, because it was too soon.

He couldn’t bring himself to wake her, to begin the day. He could hear her breathing, feel her chest rise and fall against his side, and it held all of his attention. She was in the crook of his arm, her face against his chest, her long, honey-colored hair thrown back over his shoulder. Draco had never woken up with a woman in his arms, not before Lara. Beyond the bed, the sun shone in between the open curtains.

Minutes ticked by, and still he couldn’t bring himself to wake her.

He’d never wanted to share a bed with a woman for more than sex. Never wanted to have a girlfriend, someone he could talk to and laugh with, the way he had with Lara. He’d always figured he’d go home to Wales at some point and one of the lasses he knew would present herself. Several of them hung around on his Facebook page, pasting messages on the wall asking when he’d be back. It was an anchor of sorts, having a connection to home, but it didn’t feel real. Not the way this did. This thing with Lara was hyper reality.

Shifting slightly, he locked his arm around her and drew her closer. She murmured in her sleep then settled again. What would happen, when the project was done? Once she’d taken his information to her father, there would be no need for them to spend time together. He could disappear out of her life just as easily as she’d brought him into it. It disturbed him. He’d like to see her again, that was it. They got on well. She’s out of your league though, he told himself.

Frustration hit him. On top of all the family shit he’d been worrying about, he’d gone and fallen for Lara fucking Compton, and he was just her bit of criminal distraction for student placement month.

Right then she made a snuffling sound and opened her eyes, blinking sleepily. “Oh, what time is it?”

“The alarm went off a few minutes ago.”

“We’ll be in trouble if we’re late.”

Struggling to think of something banal to say, and not blurt out all the questions he had, he tried to think of an appropriate response. “Does your dad keep tabs on staff timing?”