Page 32 of Russian Roulette
“Sure, I could’ve,” he says in that impossibly deep voice that melts my insides. “But then I would’ve missed this.” He smiles suddenly, a devastating smile that melts the hard lines of his jaw and makes his eyes light up even brighter.
His blue eyes turn almost black with desire as they skim over my body, missing nothing.Damn!I wish he wouldn’t gaze at me like that. It’s already taking superhuman effort not to drop my towel and run straight toward him. He’s still not wearing a shirt and I can only imagine the tantalizing heat of his chest if I pressed myself against him. Or if I wrapped my arms around his neck, then ran them along his chest muscles and over his broad shoulders. I’d tangle my fingers in his long, blonde hair and bring his head down to meet my lips. He’d pick me up in his arms and carry me to the bed.
Fuck!
This is insane! What is wrong with me?
I’ve been here with Kit less than an hour and I’m already dreaming of how much I’d love to be thrown on a bed, then taken by a Viking. The bed would be nice, but the tile bathroom floor would work just as well. Or that fabulous bench in the shower. I could sit on his lap while the water cascaded over my back. This doesn’t make sense. Normally, I have more self-control.
These men are making me insane.
Maybe I’m delirious from lack of sleep. That must be the reason I’m acting completely out of character. Or the fact they’re so irresistibly sexy. I turn away from the heat in his gaze, certain that he detects the raw desire for him in my eyes. We’re both burning for each other. If our bodies touch, this lovely house is going up in flames.
“Did you find something for me to wear?” I choke out, nodding at the clothes he’s gripping tightly in his hand.
He straightens his gigantic frame from the door and steps closer. So close I can smell the delicious manly scent of his aftershave. I fight the powerful urge to close my eyes and soak up the scent. The tigers aren’t the only dangerous thing I’m dealing with today. Kit is gazing at me and it’s as if he can tell precisely the effect he’s having.
Clearing his throat, he pointedly stares at the towel tucked around my breasts. “I found a pair of pants in Seven’s room. If you pull the drawstring tight at the waist, they might work. I also brought one of my shirts. I’m sure it’s too big and will hang below your knees.” His gaze drops to my bare legs and his words drift off. “I thought it might be more comfortable than one of Seven’s shirts,” he rambles on.
“What’s wrong with his shirts?” I’m curious why he didn’t give me one of Seven’s smaller shirts that would fit me better.
Kit shrugs. “I prefer you in one of mine.” His honesty touches me, and I can’t help smiling back at him. Being wrapped up in one of Kit’s big, soft shirts appeals to me too. More than I want to admit.
“Thank you.” Holding on tight to the towel with one hand, I reach for the clothes with the other. He doesn’t turn loose of them and instead tugs me closer. A moment later, he lifts a hand to smooth a knuckle across my cheek. My strangled breath catches in my throat.
“You’re very intriguing,” he murmurs thoughtfully, those eyes gliding over my face. “With the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” His words are hypnotic and I’m melting under them.
I can only watch, immobilized, as his head slants low, aiming for my mouth. I can’t believe this is happening.Again.So much for resisting these guys.
God help me, I can’t stop it. I can’t do more than melt into him as he devours my lips. His tongue begins a slow, sensual assault the moment I let him into my mouth. I moan and tremble when I feel his hands move under the towel and cup my bare ass. His touch is heated and possessive. He cups the curve of my ass and tugs me tighter against his hard, overpowering masculinity.
Our lips crash together so hard they’ll be swollen. My fingers dig into his thick, tousled hair and rifle through the silky strands. Moments later, my senses return, and I gasp, letting go of his hair. He pulls away slowly, resting his hands on my hips as I open my eyes.
My gut tells me Kit is a man with the potential to lead me deep into forbidden territory, and he’s proving me right with every passing second.
“Don’t worry, Jade.” He gently touches my swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s not my style to force myself on women. The next time this happens, you’ll come to me first. And when you do, I’ll be waiting.”
I can’t do more than blink up at him, too dazed to respond or move.
“I’ll leave you alone now to try on the clothes and get some rest,” he says with a touch of reluctance. “Take a nap if you want. Call out for me if you need anything. I’ll be in and out of the house all day. I meant it when I said for you to make yourself at home here. You might be our prisoner for now, but you’re not in a prison.” He turns and walks out without another word.
After he’s gone, I rush to the door to lock it. The lock is missing. I blow out a breath. Well, that figures. Kit can come in and out any time he wants. The thought both irritates and excites me. I wonder if he liked what he saw when he interrupted my shower? From the distinct enormous bulge in his sweatpants when he pulled me up against him, I suspect he did. If I’d realized he was watching me, I’d taken my time and put on a little show for him.
I hold up the black sweatpants of Seven’s, judging their size. I might be able to make them work. After slipping into the pants and tying them as tight as I can, I pull Kit’s black T-shirt over my head. There’s a slight lingering scent of his skin on the shirt. Pulling the tail of the shirt up to my nose, I draw in a deep breath. The man smells delicious. Why do these men all smell so damn good? When he kissed me, I melted into a wet puddle. He’s addictive in all the right ways.
Now that I’m warm and clean, the toll of the last few days hits me hard. The soft bed covered in a white, thick duvet beckons me to come closer and crawl inside. What can it hurt to rest for a few minutes? I’m their prisoner, trapped by a gorgeous Viking God and wild tigers guarding his fortress.
I’ll take a quick nap, then figure out my next step. After pulling back the bedcovers, I crawl inside and sink into the delicious softness. I never knew a bed could feel so unbelievably comfortable.
The last conscious thought that flows through my mind before sleep overtakes me is that being a prisoner might not be so bad. I wonder if Stockholm Syndrome is a real fucking thing.
17
KIT
My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I pull it out to check the caller. It’s Seven. “Hey! Are you on your way?” I ask.
Seven responds, “Yeah, we’re picking up Vulcan first. We’ll all be there in thirty minutes with pizza. Before you ask, we ordered an extra-large vegetarian pizza for you with extra peppers.”
