Page 73 of Cry Havoc

Resisting the urge to laugh, I make my voice dark and heavy with threat. “Just for that, I’m going to make you beg for it.”

She glares at me, but arousal burns in her gaze. “Never.”

“That sounds like a lot like a challenge.” I glance at the sky, noting the subtle lightening on the horizon. “Cleaning crew comes first thing in the morning, so we’ve got maybe an hour or so. I bet you won’t last even that long.”

Her gaze flicks nervously to the door as if she’s worried someone from the housekeeping service is about to walk right in. She doesn’t have to know that we’ll have all the privacy we need until I decide we’re done. The fear of being discovered naked in the hot tub adds a nice illicit flavor to the entire experience.

I’ve already promised to keep her safe and I will.

From everything but me.

“Last chance to yield,” I warn.

Reaction to my words shivers down her body, but her chin tips back so her stubborn gaze can meet mine. “Do your worst.”

Oh, I will.

I haul her out of the water and up on to the side of the hot tub. Before she can catch her balance, I maneuver myself between her kicking legs and trap her with a hand on each of her thighs. Her fingers instinctively clutch the top of my head.

“What the hell are you doing, Van Koch?”

I love the way she says my last name, the way her tone makes it into an insult. Little does she know that note of disgust in her voice just makes me want to fuck her harder. “Making you beg.”

Over her gasping protests, I bury my face between her thighs. She still has on panties, but I have no problem eating her through the soaked fabric. First, it’s nipping bites along the tender skin of her inner thigh, making her hips jerk with each one and then following them up with gentle laps of my tongue. My hands clench on her quivering thighs to keep her still. I deliberately avoid going anywhere near the center of her, recognizing the frustrated noises she makes for exactly what they are.

But stubbornness has to be Pratt family trait. Even with her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and needy gasps escaping her lips, Gigi refuses to give in.

“I always like to see you on your knees, Van Koch.”

“I don’t need to be on my feet to own you, Pratt.”

I lick across her opening with a swipe of my tongue. The keening sound that she makes is worth any fight we might be having. I would commit pretty much any form of mayhem if it means hearing her make that sound.

When she pulls my head closer, I reward her by pushing the fabric aside and sucking her clit into my mouth while I push two fingers inside of her, pumping slowly in and out. As soon as I sense her spiraling out of control, I pull away.

“Damnit!” Her hips arch off the concrete, breath coming a needy pant as she speaks. “I need you.”

“Not yet. Pretty sure I said something about making you beg.”

She exhales on an exaggerated moan that makes her sound like a porn actress phoning it in. The only thing more obvious than her annoyance is her need. “Oh, great and powerful master of my universe, please quit teasing me like an asshole and just fuck me already.”

“For that, I should leave you like this.”

Her head lolls to the side, and she gives me an assessing look. “I’m betting you’re hard as a rock. Why don’t you just put us both out of our misery before someone shows up for a morning swim and we get kicked out of the hotel.”

“I’ve got all the time in the world, baby.” I go back to eating her out with the single-minded intent of the fattest guy at a buffet. Every time her gasps turn frantic and my name falls from her lips like a benediction, I slow my pace. Drawing out the moment until she practically melts into a puddle under my hands.

“You’re a sadist,” she accuses.

“A sadist who’s in love with you. That has to count for something.”

I sense her reaction to the word love, even though she tries to hide it. This is the first time I’ve used the word since I went to jail.

Gigi abruptly sits up and shoves at my chest. The moment that I release my hold on her legs, she launches herself at me. I end up on the opposite bench with her straddling my lap. Barely a whisper of water separates us. With one thrust, I could be inside her.

“Enough games, Drake. You win!” Wet arms wrap around my neck as she clings to me. “I need you. I want you. I’ve wanted you from the very moment I first saw you, even when I thought I hated you. Even when you make me so mad that I want to claw your eyes out, every minute without you is sheer torture. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, you bastard.”

I kiss her gently because I can’t stop myself. Maybe I’d planned to let the torture go on for a little longer, but there can be more than one winner here. “A simple I’m sorry for being a brat would have done the trick.”

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