East End (Hear No Evil Trilogy #1) - Nana Malone Page 0,36

I only rolled you over like this so maybe it’ll be a little easier to detach us and you still get to stay dressed."

"I thought you wanted me naked."

He grinned down at me, his gaze slipping to my breasts and then back to my eyes. "Oh, trust me, I do. But I like my women willing. And right now, despite the fact that I can feel your heat, I want you undressing for me. I don't want it to be a result of me accidentally tearing your dress. If I do tear your dress, I want you to be well aware it's going to happen. And I want you to want it."

I swallowed hard. The way he said it, the way his voice went low and mellow, made something pool low in my belly. "Is that what you like? The ones who are like, 'Oh, yes. Sure. Go ahead. Rip this ridiculously expensive dress from my body.'"

"I like the way you say it. Does that count?"

"Just get off of me."

"I would, love, but then you'd be naked in the moonlight. And there's nothing to stop me from leaving you like that."

My eyes flared wide. "You wouldn't."

"Am I a gentleman or a thief?"

"Can't you be a gentleman and a thief?"

He grinned then. "I beg to differ. But again, I'm not exactly a thief."

"What did Jameson have that you needed to steal?"

"Nothing. Who said I stole anything?"

"You were leaving his office, and you're wearing a black balaclava."

"That just happened to be my outfit today. I thought it was a masquerade event."

"You're lying."

He leaned close. "I also happen to know that no one was supposed to be in that hallway, so what were you doing down there?"

I flashed my gaze to his. "None of your business." He wouldn’t believe me if I said the other loo was occupied.

His lips tipped up into a smirk. "Ah, the Interpol agent. Going rogue, are we?"

"This isn't a movie. I'm not rogue. I was just looking for the loo."

He chuckled then. "Oh my God, you are a shitty liar. Everything you're feeling shows right here." His fingers indicated along my cheek. I could almost feel the heat of him brushing my face. And I wanted him to touch me.

"You don't know me at all."

He leaned close then, and I tipped my chin up. "Are you sure about that? Because right now you're in the moonlight, and I can tell that your pupils have dilated. The way you're hips are rotating just so, I can tell that you can feel my dick. And the way your teeth keep grazing over that bottom lip of yours, it's tempting me to bite it, and I know you want me to. You're just not ready to say the words yet."

My brain was foggy, and heat pulsed between my thighs. But I wasn’t going down like that. Through my teeth I asked, "What did you steal?"

He grinned. "God, Agent Kinkade, I feel like this is kind of our foreplay. And if this is the foreplay you like, it's turning me on very, very much. But I'm sure you can feel that, can't you?"

Hell fucking yeah, I felt that. He was... big.

Big? That thing's huge.

Okay, fine, he was huge. And God, was he getting harder? I could feel him twitch against me, and I bit my lip again.

"Agent Kinkade, if you keep that up, I'm going to start to think that you like this."

I narrowed my gaze even as my hips lifted. "Get off of me."

"Then stop writhing against me like you want me to fuck you."

"I am not writhing." I was totally writhing.

But then I felt him twitch against me again, and my hips rotated. Stupid hips.

"Go ahead, tell me another lie, why don't you?"

"You're rubbing against me. It's not my fault."

"Mm-hmm, sure. Now if you'd just let me…" His fingers moved between our bodies, and I held my breath. I could feel my breasts straining against the top of the dress. I was going to spill out any second.

"Fuck, the way the moonlight catches your skin, you look like shimmering gold. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

I swallowed hard. "Does this usually work for you as a dating tactic?"

He chucked again. "You know, you are the most obstinate woman I've ever met. And I don't know why, but fuck, that turns me on."

I wiggled again. And he moaned this time. "Agent Kinkade, if you would like for me to get us separated, I need you to stop grinding