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He chuckled carelessly, hands still on his hips. “It’s my job to know when someone’s lying, remember?”
“A job that I pointed out you were not very good at,” Indy retorted. “After all, you should have known within two minutes of meeting me that I was innocent and telling the truth. Instead you manhandled me like a big bully.”
Ice feigned a frown. “Well, if I’m bad at my job, then perhaps you’ve been lying about everything. Maybe you are a dirty crooked traitor after all.” He cocked his left eyebrow, pointedly dragged his gaze down along the dark silhouette of her body behind the curtain. “Maybe you need to be restrained again. Maybe you need to be searched again. Who knows what you’ve got hidden on you. Hiddeninyou.”
Indy felt that thrill surge once more. She tugged at the shower curtain that she’d still somehow managed to keep in place as a veil between them. It was wet as sin, pressed tight against her body, showing off her outline very clearly. Perhaps that explained why Ice had managed to stay impressively erect all this while.
Or maybe it was something else about their back-and-forth that was keeping him erect, keeping him aroused, keeping him interested.
She hadn’t submitted yet.
Hadn’t asked yet.
Sure as hell hadn’t begged yet.
Not even after Ice himself had revealed a crack in his armor, had said things that Indy sensed he wouldn’t be caught dead saying in the “real” world, the world outside this steamy secluded room.
“Oh, hey, does your brother Jack know you’ve started believing in things like fate, like destiny, like—” Indy started off teasing, but she couldn’t say that third word without it catching in her throat with a seriousness that threatened to bring her to her knees. She blinked and tried to finish the sentence, but Ice’s expression made it damn clear that he didn’t like this part of the game.
“Careful,” he growled. “Now you’re the one dangerously close to crossing the line.” He took a breath, shrugged it out carelessly. “Besides, I was just bullshitting with all that stuff about fate and destiny and love. Jack swears that the women eat that woo-woo stuff up. He uses it all the time. Thought I’d give it a try.” Now that half-grin was back. “Clearly it worked.”
Indy scoffed out a breath. “Oh, please. It did not work.” She blinked and swallowed. Ice was teasing, wasn’t he? Yes. Of course he was teasing. He’d meant all of that stuff earlier. She’d heard it in his voice. Hadn’t she? “It did not work at all,” she forced herself to tease back even though a sliver of doubt had worked itself into her heart.
“Didn’t it?” Ice took another step closer. Now he was so close that his erection grazed the sheer curtain that was wet against the swell of Indy’s hip. She gasped silently as the beautiful upwards curve of his cock tightened at the contact.
“No,” Indy whispered, trying desperately to keep playing this game even though she was done with it now, her body screaming yes even as she somehow kept forcing out the word no. “Didn’t work. Isn’t working. Would never work on me.”
“So I read it wrong?” Ice murmured, shifting on his feet, his cockhead dragging along the curtain, sending a ripple of arousal through her flesh.
Indy managed a nod. Her eyes were glazing over as his heavy cockhead pressed the wet shower curtain against the front of her left thigh.
Ice leaned in an inch, lowered his voice an octave, narrowed his eyes a touch. “Could have sworn you confirmed that I’d read it right. Pretty damn sure you murmured something likeOh, you read it right, Ice. Oh, you read ME right, Ice. Oh, Ice, take me. Take me now, Ice. I’m begging you, Ice. Please take me.”
Indy gasped out a laugh. “OK, for a professional interrogator, you suck at remembering your victims’ confessions.”
“They’re calledtargets, notvictims.”
“When they’re manhandled and held down and used like objects they’re most certainly calledvictims.”
Ice raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving slowly and hungrily along her exposed shoulder. Indy tugged pathetically at the shower curtain to cover a bit more of herself, but her resistance was fading, her frame was breaking, her need was calling.
“So I’m victimizing you?” Ice whispered, his breath hot against her cheek, his erection hanging over the threshold between the shower stall and the rest of the bathroom, the rest of the world, the rest of the universe. “I seem to remember saving your ass from two thugs with your name on their hit-list.”
Indy smiled with exaggerated sweetness. “Well, thank you. But I’m pretty sure you were also saving your own ass. They would have killed you first.”
“Not if I gave you up. I could have pretended to be Moses and just left the safe-house, washed my hands of the whole thing. I’d expect a bit more gratitude.”
“All right fine. I’ve already thanked you twice. Do you want me to get on my knees and bow my head in eternal gratitude to the great warrior-king who saved my delicate ass?”
Ice grinned. “That would be great. Can we do that now? And I like the warrior-king title. You can call me that from now on.”
Indy rolled her eyes. “It’s actually less lame than calling youSir.”
Ice raised his left eyebrow. “You seem to have a problem with authority.”
“So do you,” Indy retorted. “Except your problem is that you expect everyone to blindly submit toyourauthority.”
Ice shrugged. “That’s the definition of authority. Something to which others submit.”