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She tensed. “I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t trying to…”
“Whether you were or not is irrelevant. I want to see you when we get back to Miami.”
He watched her worry her lower lip, the color flowing orange and red depending on the pressure she put on her flesh. He wanted to take over the biting. Hell, he wanted to do so many things with her, his mind reeled with just what he was contemplating. Considering he’d only known her for forty-eight hours, for fuck’s sake.
“We’re only on day two. You may not want to know I exist come Friday.”
He slid his fingers into her hair and tightened his grip. Her hand immediately splayed on his stomach, their need to connect with each other almost visceral. “The only reason I won’t want to know you exist is if you stop responding to me the way you just did. Or if you play mind games with me. Are you about to do either?”
She shook her head. “The way I feel when you touch me… I can’t turn it off,” she whispered.
“Neither can I. So going on the basis that we haven’t fucked each other to death by Friday, this thing between us isn’t over.”
He may have been arrogant enough to think he’d have her immediate agreement. When she kept silent, cold dread flared up his spine. “Leia?”
“Can we talk about it later, Noah?”
He kicked himself when he heard the weariness in her voice. He’d been relentless since he chased her down the mountain yesterday. In less than an hour, they’d be in Vienna and she’d barely slept more than a few hours.
He kissed her, then got up and located their clothes. He tucked her panties in his pocket and buttoned her back into his shirt. Handing over her shoes, he swept her up into his arms and headed out of the booth, fighting the urge to demand an answer then and there.
“Sure, sweetheart. As long as you get that I’m not taking no for an answer.”
They ended up staying on the plane and sleeping for six hours straight after they landed in Vienna. They woke with barely enough time to check into their hotel before it was time to get ready for the jazz concert.
Noah walked into the bedroom as she was stepping into another pair of sky-high heels. He stopped in the middle of the room, a fireball landing itself in his belly before shooting down to his groin.
“Is everything in your wardrobe made of leather?” he rasped.
She jerked around, shrugged and drifted her hand over her short, flared leather skirt. “When I can get away with it. Which is most of the time.” She smiled.
His heart kicked, then went into overdrive. Christ, did she have any idea how breathtaking she looked when she smiled? He found himself moving toward her before his brain kicked back into gear. “You’re determined to explore my every weakness, sweetheart, aren’t you?” His voice hadn’t quite returned to normal, and he doubted it would when her smile widened.
“What other weaknesses do you have?”
He stopped in front of her, looked down at her top. It was short sleeved, made of sheer purple lace with two silk pockets over each breast and a broad black zipper that went from neck to waist. Taking her by the waist, he turned her around, several million brain cells frying when he confirmed his suspicion. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
He pulled her back, rubbed his throbbing erection against her ass. “You want to know my other weakness?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Small, bite-size tits that bounce when I fuck you.”
She wriggled against him and gave a little pleased sigh. “I’m glad you like mine. Most men are obsessed with big boobs.”
He shifted her hair to one side and gripped her nape. “I’m not most men, baby. Get that through your head now.”
Her head fell forward, her first vertebrae nudging against his palm. “Yes, Noah.”
A tremor ran through him. “Those two words can pretty much guarantee you get whatever you want when it comes to me.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyelids fluttering when their eyes met. “Yes, Noah.”
Something shifted in the air between them. A knowing. A demand. An acceptance. A connection much more intense thansex. Noah wanted to grab it, bottle that moment, and never let it go.
She blinked and the moment was gone. He let go of her nape and slid his hand down her back to her ass. “I’m not sure how I feel about the length of this skirt though, especially knowing you’re wearing another of your lingerie sets under it.”
“If I have to change then you do too.”