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“Actually, Idon’tknow that you won’t touch me uninvited,” she informed Ice. “Back at the safe-house you manhandled me like I was a doll. Tossed me against the wall. Dragged me by my hair. Then groped me up and down from behind.”
Ice snorted. “Oh, please. If that was groping, you’ve clearly never been groped.”
Indy tilted her head to the left and raised an eyebrow to the right. “Groping is in the eye of the gropee, not the groper. If I say it was groping, then it was groping.”
Ice shook his head firmly. “You know I had to search you for weapons. And you know I did it professional and clean.”
“If that was professional and clean, I shudder to imagine unprofessional and dirty.”
Ice chuckled unprofessionally. “You aren’t shuddering right now.”
“Because I’m not imagining it right now.”
Ice flashed a dirty grin. “I think youareimagining it.”
Heat tore through Indy’s body. Her cheeks burned when she remembered that shehadin fact wondered what it might have felt like if Ice had searched her rough and dirty, taken his time with her, made sure he inspected every secret space, probed every private place.
“I am not,” she managed to say after forcing away those images of herself spread-eagled against the wall with Ice being unprofessional and dirty behind her. “Not imagining anything of the sort.”
Ice stroked his jaw, grunted once, then shrugged again and cracked a very unprofessional and exceedingly dirty grin. “All you have to do is ask,” he whispered through that wicked grin. “Ask me to search you again. Just in case you’re hiding something I missed.”
He took a step closer and stopped. He was close enough that Indy could reach out and touch his chest, run her fingers down his abdomen, tighten her fist around his thick cock, cup her palm beneath his heavy balls.
Her pussy clenched again, along with her throat and her butt and every other clenchable thing in her body, inside and outside, within and without.
She blinked twice and glanced into his fogged-up shades. It struck her that even though this man was naked and exposed, erect in a way that couldn’t hide his arousal, he was still unreadable, still unpredictable.
Still unbeatable.
Because Indy knew Ice would not touch her until he got her to say it, got her to ask for it, got her to beg for it.
He was telling her loud and clear what he wanted, giving her a clear path to get whatshewanted.
All she had to do was admit what she wanted.
Ask for what she wanted.
Beg for what she wanted.
This was real dominance, Indy realized as that ripple of heat expanded through her body like a wave emanating from her sexual core, her deepest being, her very essence. Yes, it was real dominance. He wasn’t threatening her with his superior strength or his monstrous muscle, wasn’t using fear as foreplay, wasn’t using danger to stoke desire.
Not real fear or danger, at least.
But something very close to those dark triggers.
Something that scared her even as it made her feel safe.
Something that relaxed her even as it made her heart quicken.
Something that broke her even as it put her in control.
In control of what would happen next.
Now Indy’s breath caught as Ice slowly pulled off his dark shades and let her see his eyes. She gasped at what burned behind those emerald green orbs, gulped at the raw desire simmering like a flame about to ignite, gaped at the sight of the barely restrained beast that Ice was holding inside, waiting for her to say the word, make the choice, send this thing down a path that they both knew would make things very complicated.
Indy was almost hyperventilating now. The steam hung in the air like storm clouds. The showerheads thundered behind her like rain.
Her vision narrowed to where Indy could only see Ice’s eyes, two dark green slits burning through her brain, the man barely holding the animal at bay, his willpower magnificently on display.