Page 29 of Assassin's Heart
He was hard. Still hard, his heart drumming against my breast.
He hadn’t come.
“Remi.”
He growled against my throat, the vibrations sending aftershocks through my body.
“Jeremiah,” I said softly, the syllables spilling from my tongue with a sweet ache I hadn’t intended to reveal.
This time Remi purred.
“I—” My knees clenched involuntarily, nudging him closer. “You haven’t—”
The swish of the elevator doors opening cut off whatever I’d been struggling to say.
“Wow!” Eli crossed the room, one hand coming up to block his view of us against the wall. Of course his fingers were parted, so it wasn’t very effective. Perv. “Not what I thought I’d be interrupting, but okay.”
A warning rumbled against my shoulder. “Dickhead.”
I choked back a laugh. Then groaned as Remi backed up and allowed my legs to slide from his hips.
I hadn’t used those muscles in a while. Ouch.
I’d definitely used them with Remi. The fact that the thought didn’t send me into a tailspin of panic should have set off warning sirens in my brain, but there were too many endorphins already swimming around in there for it to make much headway.
Remi’s big hands were on my hips, rubbing discreetly along the joints and the tops of my thighs as if he knew exactly what I was feeling. I slid my palms down to his biceps, gripping the heavy muscles until his eyes met mine.
“I—”
Damn. Why was I always fumbling with words with this man?
Remi’s lips were tight, his body tense. Guilt hammered at me. Was he upset that I had finished and he hadn’t? Was he wishing this hadn’t happened? Was he—
He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. “Damn my little brother and his fucking interruptions,” he growled. And it was a growl—the words quaked through my body, sending shards of pleasure to places that really shouldn’t be feeling this way with someone else in the room with us.
A little hiccup of a laugh escaped me.
Remi straightened, cleared his throat. “Let’s get out of here.”
My heart leaped in my chest. Did he— Were we—
Damn words.
The truth was, whatever had happened against that wall, I wasn’t ready to go to bed with Remi. I wanted to; I couldn’t deny that, not now. But…
What was I thinking? This wasn’t why I was here. And Remi wasn’t the kind of man I should have a sexual relationship with. The kind of man I should bring into my daughter’s life. Was he?
“Relax,” he said, and I glanced up to meet his knowing gaze. “I’m not gonna throw you over my shoulder and haul you off to the nearest bed, Leah.”
“Why not?” Eli asked from across the room.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” Remi barked.
God, I needed to get out of here before the blushes consumed me and all that was left was a pile of ash.
“Come on,” Remi said, taking my elbow. I couldn’t help but notice that his first couple of steps were stiff, awkward. Guilt spiked again. “We’re out,” he called as he escorted me to the elevator.
I resisted. “But shouldn’t we—”
