Page 7 of Tempt Me
He turns to leave, thankfully, before I blurt out something that will get me into serious shit. This woman has completely spun me around.
Good boy.
I mean, what the actual fuck was that? Two words uttered by those cherry-red lips practically brought me to my knees. Shoving the encounter aside, trying desperately not to think of her naked body parading around in front of me, I head inside, stashing the knife back in the holster.
Running lightly up the stairs for a man of my size, I pause at the top when I see Rue standing in the doorway of her room, ethereal in a flowing white robe.
“Everything okay out there?”
“Fine, go back to bed.”
Narrowing her eyes, she closes the door, letting me off the hook easily this time.
Pushing open the door to my room, I groan inwardly as she is standing in the doorway of the interconnecting door, hip cocked, and her arms folded.
“It’s late,” I chide.
“I want to tell you my plans for tomorrow.” She turns and walks back into her room.
Heaving a sigh, I follow, knowing it’s best to get it over with. Her terrace doors are wide open, letting in the breeze, but I cross over to them immediately and close them.
“Keep these shut for tonight.”
“So you did see something out there?”
“No, but just in case.”
“It’s too stuffy.”
“Tough shit.” I lean over and tug the chain that operates the ceiling fan, turning it up a notch.
“Not the same.”
Her pout makes me want to bite her bottom lip.
“Your plans?”
Rue sits on the bed, her robe falling open to reveal those long, lean legs that I want to be wrapped around me. “I’m meeting Serena Carter. Logan’s wife. We are going to a spa up in the mountains.”
“How secure is this facility?”
She snickers. “How the fuck should I know? They do a great seaweed wrap, and that’s all I can tell you about the place.”
“How very safe of you,” I drawl, trying not to roll my eyes. But I have a feeling she is playing me. She isn’t that cavalier with her safety.
“They are pretty strict, though, with privacy. One security guard only. You are it, my giant apple man.”
Now it’s my turn to snicker. “Please don’t tell me that’s your new nickname for me?”
“Oh, I have plenty,” she practically purrs, stirring my cock into action. Rising to kneel on the bed, she is begging me to go to her, but I like my head attached to my shoulders. Somehow, I will have to find her someone else to play with because I am not it.
“Now be agood boyand tuck me in?”
Gritting my teeth, I will for her words not to affect me. But it’s impossible. I never thought being praised by a tiny, raven-haired, dark angel would arouse me to the point of it being a physical ache not to go to her.
“You’re capable enough to do that yourself.” I stalk past her and shut the interconnecting door firmly between us, crossing over to the en-suite bathroom and turning on the shower. Undressing quickly and climbing in, I will need a cold blast to get rid of my raging hard-on.
But at the thought of Rue, my mind sparks, and my mouth cracks into a slow smile. Closing my eyes, I picture her, her thick black hair cascading over her shoulders and framing her face, her dark, soulful eyes burning into mine. I stroke myself, tugging with luxurious precision at my shaft, groaning as my head swirls with images of Rue's body, her skin sliding against mine, her eyes ablaze with lust.
