“I wondered why Andrew looked like he’d just swallowed his tongue,” she muttered.
“He was lucky he still had a tongue after I watched him whispering sweet nothings in your ear,” he said dryly.
She sniffed, folding her arms over her chest. “At least he wasn’t groping me like an octopus.”
Ah. She was jealous.
Thank God.
“Are you referring to Kirsten?” he asked in an overly innocent tone.
Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve never cared for cold-blooded leeches, but to each his own I guess.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Not giving her time to react, Luc scooped Sophia off her feet and headed out of the kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
She frowned, but astonishingly she made no effort to struggle out of his grasp. Or even to rip out his throat.
Progress.
“We need to talk.”
“Then talk,” she muttered.
He crossed the foyer and easily jogged up the curved staircase, using the excuse to press her tight against his chest.
“In private.”
“What about your groupies?”
“They’ll eventually find easier game.” He held her petulant gaze, not bothering to hide his smoldering desire. “This one’s already been bagged and tagged.”
She licked her lips as he stepped into her bedroom and kicked shut the door behind them.
“Luc.”
Still holding her gaze, which was now wary, he gently set her on her feet in the middle of the room, his hands resting on her nicely rounded hips.
“We won’t be interrupted here.”
She arched a brow. “And that’s the only reason you chose my bedroom?”
His grip tightened on her hips, his already hardened c*ck throbbing with an eager plea for attention, but with an effort he forced himself to concentrate on business before pleasure.
Later ...
Oh, the things he intended to do.
“Tell me what you learned from the nymph.”
Her lips thinned at his commanding tone, but she wasn’t a fool. She had to sense he was hanging on by a thread.
As if his raging erection didn’t give it away.
“She was the one harassing me.”