“You don’t sound very convinced.”
Because he wasn’t.
“There’s something I’m missing,” he muttered, his gaze lowering to her slender fingers clasped in his hand. Absently he brushed his thumb over her knuckles, relishing her silken skin.
He’d give his favorite Porsche to discover if she was so soft and smooth all over.
Easily picking up the heat stirring in the air, Harley yanked her hand free and glared at him with an impatience that didn’t entirely mask her flare of awareness.
“Yeah, you’re missing a way out of here. Can you please concentrate?”
“Are you always so bossy?”
“Do you expect me to kneel and kiss your feet?”
He chuckled softly, stepping close enough to wrap his arms around her waist and brush his lips lightly over her mouth.
“You’re welcome to kneel, but I have something better for you to kiss.”
“Stop that,” she muttered, shivering as his lips skated over her jaw and down the curve of her neck. Her fingers grabbed the lapels of his jacket. “Dammit, Salvatore, we’re being watched.”
Lifting his head, Salvatore glanced toward the tiny hole drilled above the door. He sent out a flare of power, smiling as he heard the small pop, and a whiff of smoke floated through the air.
“Not anymore.” Mission accomplished, he returned his attention to more important matters. Nibbling the tender skin at the base of her throat, he shuddered at the need that blazed through him. “That scent is driving me mad.”
“Would you…” Whatever she had to say was forgotten as Salvatore bit the tender spot where her neck and shoulder met, allowing his fangs to grow long enough so she could feel his mark. She shuddered, her vanilla scent flooding the room. “God.”
“You even taste good,” Salvatore muttered.
Her fingers clutched his jacket, and her head tilted back to allow him full access to her satin skin. Salvatore didn’t hesitate.
He hadn’t become king by being slow to grasp opportunity.
Tightening his grip until she was pressed against his thickening arousal, Salvatore nuzzled a path down the line of sports bra, slowing his pace as he reached the soft swell of her br**sts.
“What did you do to the camera?” she husked, as if attempting to devise some means of distracting him.
Good luck with that.
It wasn’t that he lied when he said he could multitask. The responsibilities that lay heavy on his shoulders meant he could never put aside his duties. Not even when he was enjoying a bit of extracurricular activity.
In this moment, however, the world and his duties could go to hell in a handbasket.
No doubt because this wasn’t extracurricular.
This was the main event.
The life-altering woman he hadn’t even known was waiting out there for him.
“I can disrupt small electrical devises,” he said, his lips moving over her silken skin.
“Great.” Her tone was disgruntled, but her fingers had moved to shove into his hair, her heart thumping so loudly he could have heard it even without his inhuman abilities. “You can zap a toaster, but you can’t get us out of this cell. A fat lot of help you are.”
He chuckled, his fingers skimming up her back. “I have other skills.”
“Unless it’s picking a lock, I don’t want to know about them.”
“Yes, you do.”