Page 28 of Chicago Sin
My knees buckle.
Dammit. That was not swoon worthy, but for some reason, my body thought it was. My pussy clenched when he said it, and now all I feel is a hot, slow pulse. The throbbing complaint of that missed orgasm. Maybe one more time with him, just to finish, just to feel if all this heat lives up to its hype would be worth it.
“You take it then.” I know—I sass. It’s not even subconscious.
Luckily—or maybe unluckily—I’m not certain, he doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he slowly releases me. “Can’t do that, either.”
“Looks like we’re going to have that date, after all. I always wanted a guy to take me to the dumpster.” I toss my hair as I look over my shoulder at him.
He lets me go, and when I turn, I glimpse an echo of the old Armando. His lips quirk like he might smile if I keep it up. He takes the knotted trash bag from my hand and interlaces his fingers with mine. “Nothing’s too good for my girl.”
I hide a grin as he opens the door and hooks his index finger through the loop on my keys as we leave.
Shadow darts out, and I stoop and pick him up and rub my face in his fur and kiss his sweet head before I drop him back inside and shut the door.
I want to keep up the flirting, but an awkward silence descends between us. At least, it’s awkward for me. Armando’s as tense as ever. Same hard blank face he wore cleaning up a dead guy. Driving my van.
We walk down the three flights of stairs and outside to the dumpsters then back again without saying a word to each other. Armando glances around outside, doing his badass secret agent impression again.
I wonder who he’s worried about.
“So who’s trying to kill you?”
Nothing changes on Armando’s face. He doesn’t look at me. But I see a muscle flex in his jaw like he’s grinding his teeth.
He ignores my question and quickens the pace back into the building.
I think through the facts. He just got out of prison, and someone’s trying to kill him. So it’s either something unresolved from when he went in. Or maybe something that happened on the inside.
“You kill someone first?”
His gaze cuts to me then away.
So that’s it. Someone wants revenge.
“Is it someone from within the mafia?”
“Seriously, Hannah.” His tone is all business. “Ask another question, and I’ll tape your mouth. I mean it.”
I’m more offended by the threat than I should be. We’re both pretending I’m not his prisoner. I guess I prefer that fantasy to the terror that goes with the harsher picture of what’s happening here. Or how this might end.
“You’re a dick,” I mutter.
Nice comeback.
“I’m trying to protect you.” Does he sound slightly defensive?
I scoff. “Yeah, you’re a real knight in shining armor, aren’t you?”
His own scoff is soft and bitter. “Definitely not that. And you don’t want to know all the depraved things I’d like to do to you, so don’t tempt me.”
Now I do want to know.
About the depraved things.
I want to know so badly… I might ask him. We bump shoulders as we climb the stairs side by side.
“What depraved things?” Apparently, I have no self-control.
