Page 128 of Lady and the Hitman
“What?”
“Order for people.”
He tilted his head. “No. Just for the ones I can read.”
My stomach flipped. “You think you can read me?”
“I know I can.”
I reached for my water, hands still a little unsteady. “Then tell me what I’m thinking right now.”
His eyes didn’t leave mine. “You’re wondering what I’d do to you if we weren’t in public. If I took you into the kitchen, pressed you against a stainless-steel counter, and made you moan loud enough that the entire dining room heard.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. My thighs clenched under the table.
So much thigh clenching these days.
“You’re insane,” I said under my breath.
He leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re wet.”
My breath hitched.
“Ronan—”
“I could fuck you with my fingers right here,” hemurmured. “No one would know. Just a flick of my wrist under the tablecloth. You’d keep your voice down, wouldn’t you? Try to pretend you weren’t shaking. But you’d come all over my hand.”
“Jesus,” I whispered, glancing around.
He didn’t move. “And after? I’d feed you dessert with the same fingers. Watch you taste yourself in front of every person in this room.”
I swallowed hard.
He smiled, slow and wicked. “That’s what I’d do. If you were mine.”
“I am yours,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
Something dark flared in his eyes. “Say it again.”
I didn’t.
But he saw it in my face. And it was enough.
The food came. I barely touched it. He barely looked away from me.
At one point, I asked, “Do you always seduce women with threats of public ruin?”
“Only the ones who beg for it with their eyes.”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“You’ve been doing it since the first time I saw you.”
I set my fork down. “You’re dangerous.”
He smiled. “I told you.”
“You scare me.”
