Page 23 of Dirty Roxie
Roxie
My warning about Viktor is barely out of my mouth when Ronan covers my lips with his—no pretense, no warning, no hesitation. He just moves his hands up to cup my cheeks and hold me in place as he turns my entire world inside out.
His kiss is determined and dangerous, potent and predatory. My breath whooshes from my lungs and my head spins. I twine my hands behind his neck and hang on for the ride. One of his hands snakes down my back to cup my ass and pull me in tighter.
I angle my head, trying to get more of him, wanting to crawl inside him and never leave. He tastes sweet and savory, like the drinks they handed us when we got here, and a little like something else I can’t identify but at the same time know is uniquely him.
Every part of him that touches me claims me as his own, searing my skin with his brand. Nothing will be the same after this kiss, especially not me. I’ve always considered myself a sexual creature, but Ronan is awakening something inside me I didn’t know was there. With every swipe of his tongue, every nip of his lips, every press of his fingertips, I fall a little further under his spell.
And just when I know I can’t take anymore, when my lungs threaten to explode from the pressure, he pulls away slightly and spins us to one side. His forehead tilted against mine, his breath heavy on my cheeks, our chests heaving as one. I swoon back toward him, wanting more.
“Viktor is gone.” His voice is hoarse and taxed. “But Andrei is still behind us. They had words. Neither looked happy.”
He could track both Viktor and Andrei duringthat?
“You watched them while we kissed?” I pant, not believing what I’m hearing. I must be losing my touch if I let myself wander off to never-never land while he stayed on task.
“We kissed so I could watch them,” he returns. “Do not let your emotions get in the way of your common sense,Mrs. Johnson.” His tone turns cold. “Anything that happens here is for the sake of aiding in surveillance and capture. Nothing else.”
“You were just as affected by that kiss as I was,” I protest.
“A physical reaction is normal and to be expected. Not to be confused as anything but.”
“Wow.” His words are more like a slap to the face, waking me up and forcing me to move beyond the intoxicating effects of his lips upon mine. “Okay. Point taken.” Our foreheads are still together, but the feeling is anything but intimate at this point.
“Fan your face, like you’re overheated,” he says. “We’ll exit the dance floor in search of refreshments.”
I don’t have to pretend when I follow his directive. But if I’m overheated now, it’s because he’s pissed me off. And not because I want to climb him like a tree and use his body for my own sexual gratification.
He nods subtly toward the entrance to the hedge maze. I look in time to see Andrei disappear through it, nod in return and let him lead the way. We slip through the entrance moments after Andrei, but already he’s nowhere to be seen.
The sounds of the party fall away as we get further into the maze and I shiver slightly in the cool space.
“You okay?” Ronan murmurs.
I nod.
He pulls at my hand, and we continue forward. I’d yank my hand from his, still angry about his earlier words, but the maze is dimly lit, and the mask distorts my vision a bit. Truth be told, I’m happy to have Ronan to lead the way through this fucked up walkway. I’ve already lost track of where we are.
Plus, it gives me the chance to study him from behind. Even though I didn’t touch it, his hair is askew in the pony behind his head. At least I don’t think I did. Though there was definitely a point where I wanted to pull it loose and run my fingers through it. Not that I’ll be doing that soon withMr. Don’t-let-your-emotions-get-in-the-way-of-your-common-senseover here. I don’t care what he says, he was into that kiss. Just as much, if not more, than I was. His cock was hard as steel and begging to be released from his pants.
I know it.
He knows it.
His cock knows it.
He can say whatever he wants to, but Ronan Sinclair, aka Mr. Nicholas Johnson, wants to fuck hiswife, he’s just afraid to admit it. Or he’s too wrapped up in the chase. Or—
“No one is allowed in this part of the maze.” A deep voice surfaces from behind me. At the same time, a hand grabs my upper arm, followed by the cocking of a pistol. I pause, pulling my hand from Ronan’s and turning around slowly.
“We were just looking for a place to be alone,” I tell the man pointing the gun at us. He’s dressed nicely, but his clothes completely belie his face and head, both of which have too much unkempt hair for the occasion. And he’s not wearing a mask.
His beady eyes travel down my body, pausing only to grunt at my breasts. Like a pig.
“You know how it is,” I continue. “Things get a little overheated on the dance floor, and a girl needs a release.” I run my hands down my hips, inching my right hand closer to my left thigh, where my gun is.
“Hands up.”
