Page 22 of Poison Evidence

“Fuck you,Dimitri.”

“I’d love to. But I have a feeling that isn’t what you meant.”

She glared at him.

He reached toward her, not even sure what he intended. He just wanted to take the fear from her eyes. To assure her she was safe with him.

She slapped his hand away. “I told you not to touch me.”

He dropped his hand to his side and held her gaze. Last night, he’d taken her against the shower wall. It had been as hot and intense as any sex he’d ever had. His cock thickened with the memory.

If she ever realized exactly how much she turned him on, he was doomed.

Her gaze flicked downward, and her body stiffened, but she didn’t step back. Her nostrils flared, and she took a deep breath.

If he had to guess, he’d say she was turned on in spite of her fear. He filed that away under facts about Ivy to be used against her.

She stepped closer to him, as if drawn like a magnet. But then she moved to knee him in the balls. He blocked her—his actions pure autopilot. In a flash, he had her pinned flat on her back on the teak deck, his body straddling hers.

Shit. What had he done? He’d cushioned her landing with a hand behind her head, but still.

She pushed at his chest, her eyes wide with fear.

He did not get off on restraining women. He rose to his knees and raised his hands to shoulder height, as if she’d pulled a gun on him.

She surprised him, and next thing he knew, he was the one on his back on the teak, and she was above him, straddling his hips.

Her breathing was heavy as she stared down at him. He kept his hands up and open. Full surrender.

His damn erection increased at the feel of her nestled against him. He willed it to go the fuck down, but then her eyes narrowed even as her nostrils flared. She didn’t move from the intimate position. Instead she shifted her hips, increasing the friction.

“Well played,” he said, his voice coming out hoarse. “I’m at your mercy.” And he was. He wouldn’t hurt her, no matter what she did to him. He needed her to know that. He didn’t want her to fear him.

Light flared in her brown eyes. “You were a damn fine lay, Dimitri Veselov. It’s a shame you’re a dirty fucking spy.”

He flashed a weak smile. “Does it help that I’m trying to reform?”

One corner of her mouth kicked up even as she took his hands and pinned them above his head. The action brought her breasts inches from his mouth. He didn’t mind that at all. “It might’ve if you also weren’t a dumbass and abducted me. That sort of cancels the reformation out.”

“Well, I’m taking you back to Palau. And you were never tied up. I never threatened you or held a gun to you. I even made you breakfast with champagne and bacon. It’s not my fault you didn’t eat.”

“You’re a regular fucking saint. And you didn’t mention bacon.”

He laughed. Oh, thank God her spirit hadn’t left her. The last thing in the world he wanted was to break her. Seeing her cry as she sat at the foot of the guest bunk had cut deep furrows of remorse into his soul. “You say fuck a lot.”

She frowned. “Huh. You know, in my regular life, I don’t swear all that much. She leaned down until her lips hovered over his. The shift in position ground her crotch against his erection. He groaned at the sensation.

Her smile was pure cold wicked. “I guess you just bring out the fucks in me.”

Dirty talk and her pussy pressed to his cock. His erection thickened.Shit.

He didnotwant her to know how she affected him.

She held his gaze. Fighting the urge to tease her clit by rocking his hips caused sweat to break out on his brow.

“What are you looking for? Why is it so important you’d kidnap me and CAM?”

Much as he appreciated her interrogation methods, he couldn’t reward her with an answer. “I can’t tell you.”

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