Page 37 of The Last Call
Breathless from her defiant spiel, I get a kick out of her chest heaving up and down. Waiting to see what I’ll do in response to her attempt at intimidation. So damn sexy with her antagonistic tone and attitude. She doesn’t have to worry. I’ll answer her sass with my own onslaught of menacing words.
I lean back against the cushion, taping my fingertips on the arm rests. Relaxed and dispassionate. For now. I might be a gentleman but I’m definitely not going to be gentle. “First of all, you’ve been a fucking nightmare patient.” An adorable yet feigned expression of shock fills her adorable face, but we both know she’s full of shit. “You refused to wear the clothes I gave you to sleep in, you bit me when I was trying to help you brush your teeth, and you complained to Nonna that I’m a bed hog when in fact it was you who burrowed in next to me every night.”
A magnificent blush creeps up her pale throat and across her too hollow cheeks. Now that she’s well again I need to get her better fed and healthy. She’s going to need her strength and stamina to keep up with me in bed. I stand up, eliminating the space she mistakenly thought she could put between us, and welcome her small but plump tits pushed against my chest as I glare down at her. Cupping her warm cheek with one hand and cradling the back of her head with the other. “And, second, if you ever fucking threaten to leave me again, you won’t have to worry about arguing over clothes because you’ll be naked and chained to the bed withmybite marks all over your sweet body.”
Wide eyes flash in fear but I know she’s faking. She likes egging me on. As much as I like fucking with her too. Trapped between me and the desk, all she can do is nod. Or lay back so I can really fuck her. But even I know that’s not happening yet. “You forget that even the most ferocious lion can be tamed. It’s you who decides if that’s through punishment or pleasure.”
I trace down the side of her heated face with the fingertip still bearing her teeth marks and twirl a wavy strand of hair around my finger. Giving a slight tug to demonstrate I’m not mad before I sit down. Nice enough not to pull her down with me. “Besides, Nonna’s still anxious to teach you how to cook for me. That can keep you busy for a while.”
She blows out a deep breath and swallows hard. The tip of her pink tongue darting over her lower lip. Finding her voice after I startled her. “Yeah, I love Nonna but we both have to admit that’s a lost cause.”
The toe of her new shoe nudges the edge of my seat dangerously close to my willing cock. Another three grand well spent on her wardrobe. Her rebellious smirk even sexier than what the black lace stilettos do for her toned legs.
“What else you got?”
Damn if I don’t love it when her confidence returns. “You’ll have to lose the heels.”
An enormous yet fully dubious smile lights up her bright face as she kicks the pumps off to each side of my chair. Bringing her back down to almost my eye level without the six extra inches boosting her up. Dainty feet curling and flexing against the carpet in her excitement. Almost as eager as I am because I know she’ll love it too. “And the dress.”
Her succulent mouth opens to tell me to fuck off but I interrupt before she gets the chance. “Put on pants because it’ll be easier.”
“Whatwill be easier?”
So damn suspicious. “You’ll have to trust me.”
My tone is playful but we both realize the deeper meaning behind my comment. That my request implies more than an enjoyable surprise. That I’m asking her to have faith in me to give her what she needs.
“Okay.” Soft yet agreeable her voice holds no malice. More curious than frightened. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be right here.”
She scurries away, giving me another opportunity to enjoy her perfect ass and lithe legs. Glancing back over her narrow shoulder, just like at the hotel, she gives me a shy smile. Checking that I’m still watching. That I’m still interested. That I’m still in love. Now and always, lion.
Yet this time she doesn’t stumble from my scrutiny. The exact opposite actually. Seeming to thrive under my gaze. Confirming that she loves me too.
His huge hand engulfs mine as he helps me into the backseat of his crazy expensive SUV. Even crazier with the abundance of security modifications. I try to pretend the thick, black windows that I assume to be bullet proof and the gigantic weapons strapped on the ceiling and hanging on the barrier between us and the driver don’t bother me. Obviously I fail when he shakes his head and whispers in my ear. “No worries leone. They’re just a precaution.”
I’m even more surprised by his obvious affection in front of his men. Seemingly indifferent with showing emotion or concern for me. Their expressions remain stoic with their eyes scanning all around us. While my gaze can’t stop from lingering on him. Surprising me yet again with his tender side in the midst of a guarded compound and convoy of armed protection ready to escort us to his mystery destination.
My heart swirls in my chest for the second time when he slides inside next to me. Never releasing our entwined hands. Which somehow feels even more intimate than sleeping together. Since that time is spent primarily with me avoiding sex. Although he hasn’t tried anything under doctor’s orders. Obviously his unrelenting erection hasn’t gone unnoticed, tucked against my ass as he holds me every night. I never argued against cuddling because he wouldn’t have let me. Nor did I really want him to stop as much as I hate to admit the truth to myself.
Now, with my thigh crushed against his, our fingers tangled together, he’s almost sweet. It’s almost sweet. And, so very strange for both of us. I’m not sure if I can handle our growing connection. So like a coward, I ignore it. “Do my jeans meet your expectations?”
An exaggerated squint to signal his disapproval but the twerk of his cheek gives away his amusement. “Naked would be better, but they’ll do.”
Refusing to give him the satisfaction of earning a combative reaction, I simply nod. Even if he’s not happy, I adore the outfit. Running my hand down the crystals embellishing the fabric all the way to my knees, I smile. Not used to being dressed so casually with a thin red tee and cute tennis shoes embroidered with red and blue flowers, I don’t think I’ve ever been so comfortable. Physically or mentally.
I catch him watching me again. He pretends to be unaffected. Yet his eyes never leave my hand stroking my leg. Proving he does enjoy a little bit of kink. Relishing the idea of me touching myself. Maybe even pleasuring myself. I need to remember that.
Fuck! I mean I don’t give a damn what he likes.
“You’re gorgeous no matter what you wear.”
Okay, maybe I give a little bit of a damn. “Thank you.”
The thick black leather bracelet he always wears peeks out from under his sleeve. Compared to his luxurious clothes and affluent demeanor, the style is casual. Almost rugged. Surprising me with the contrast, I wonder about the meaning behind the jewelry. I tentatively stroke the smooth material. His expression remains neutral. Until he frowns. Slowly drawing down his cuff to block my touch. Sending a clear message that my interest is off limits. At least for now.
Tension I don’t like burgeons between us again. Not that I really care if he’s irritated or not. I just don’t want his bad mood ruining the fun I hope I’m going to have since this is my first time leaving the mansion all week after he kept me bed ridden probably longer than necessary. I reveal to him what I realized cuddled on the sofa after about two days of him worrying and hovering over me. Even worse than Nonna. He feels guilty. “I accept your apology.”
