Page 109 of Carnal Urges
My lips part, but no sound comes out.
He smiles at my shock. “On the beach. With its own helipad. The Obamas have a place nearby.”
Overwhelmed, I say faintly, “Oh, good. We can have cocktails together, talk about world peace.”
“I doubt it.”
“Why not?”
“You’re registered to vote as a Libertarian. They’d probably think you’re a nutcase.”
I cover my face with my hands. “Man, that background check was really something else.”
He says softly, “Aye. It revealed someone fascinating. A woman who marches to the beat of her own drum.”
I drop my hands and look at him. “You’re saying I’m eccentric.”
“I’m saying you’re an individual, above all else.”
“No, above all else, I’m smarter than you, remember?”
“You’re also crazy about me.”
Flustered by the burn in his eyes, I glance away. “Or maybe just crazy.”
He leans over and kisses my flushed cheek. Into my ear, he murmurs, “You’re worried I’ll get hurt. Which means you’re crazy about me. Admit it. I want to hear you say the words.”
“If you’re going to be smug about it, I’ll remind you that I worry about Stavros, too.”
“Like someone worries about the family pet. He’s no more than a gerbil to you. I, on the other hand, am—”
“An egomaniacal monster?” I smile. “Agreed.”
He settles his hand around my throat and says in a husky voice, “A monster who wants you to tell him how you feel about him.”
I glance at Kieran in the driver’s seat. “Now?”
“Now. That Grand Canyon speech of yours has made me greedy for more.”
“I can’t replicate that. It was extemporaneous.”
“God, how I love it when you use all your big words.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Think of one that describes how you feel about me. Just give me one, baby.”
His breath is hot on my neck. His hand is tight around my throat. His voice is low and rough, and all of it turns me on like a light switch has been thrown inside my body.
I close my eyes and search for the perfect word to describe how he makes me feel. “Intoxicated.”
He takes my mouth, kissing me hungrily. We go over a bump in the road and break apart, but our faces are still close together. Our eyes are locked.
He says, “You’re not the only one.”
“I know.”
“Have you ever been here before?”
