Page 104 of Receiving His Mercy
She might explode.
“You want me,” he murmured.
“I do.” She couldn’t deny it. No one would believe that. “Are you sure I’m what you really want, though?”
“Oh yeah, baby. So sure. Seems I needed some time in order to see that you are exactly what I want and need. Seeing you last night, calling you my girlfriend, it all felt fucking right. I want you, Caren. You’re going to be mine.”
Shit.
She was definitely in trouble here. The sort of trouble that she didn’t want to fix.
“How would any of this work, though?” she asked as he drew her head to the side and kissed down her neck to suck on the area where her neck and shoulder met.
Lord. Did he know how that affected her? How much she wanted to melt at his feet? To beg him to keep going?
“How it works is just what I said before. You’re mine, we date, we go to the club, you let me track you, put better security into your apartment, eventually you are in my bed. Although eventually might actually be right now because I cannot seem to fucking resist you.”
He wasn’t the only one struggling with that.
“I’m leaving soon.”
He tensed.
Shit. She shouldn’t have just blurted that out, should she?
Had she ruined everything before it had even begun?
He reached for the bottom of her top and drew it up over her head. She was wearing a short-sleeved top underneath.
“And where are you planning on going, baby?”
Jesus. When he called her baby in that soft, cajoling voice it almost killed her. Arousal filled her and she wanted to drag him against her and demand that he kiss her.
Over and over again.
That he didn’t stop.
“I’m planning on flying to the Middle East within the next fortnight,” she said. “And I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. I could keep this apartment . . . and return . . . what is it?”
He’d gone as still as a statue. She was kind of worried that he wasn’t even breathing.
His face had grown darker. “The Middle East? With who?”
“Um.” He was worrying her now. She bit her lip.
“You better not say by yourself.”
“I wasn’t going to say that. You see, River?—”
“River?” he interrupted her. “That guy from the restaurant? You’re going with him?”
“Uh, yes.”
“Why would you be going with him?” His eyes narrowed as he studied her.
“Nothing like that! Sheesh. Oliver hired him to help me as my assistant and a sort of bodyguard.”
Tell him about Aadan.
