fucking clue what was going on, but her submission was about to land her under me. I’d give her some damned waves to ride.
“Get the fuck on, Penn,” Domenico barked.
Thank fuck he can’t see my face. He’d have me shot and buried so fast, Willow’s legs would still be black and blue.
I winced again as I looked at her legs. They were perfectly shaped. Her hips plush enough to grip and not hit bone. Her legs would look fucking fantastic around my waist.
“Mr. Penn?” Willow said softly. Her eyelids fluttered as if she were getting ready to open her eyes again.
I growled at her.
They lay still once more.
Fuck. I needed to get her moving and get the fuck out of here. She was bad for my wellbeing. “Okay, Willow, put your hands on my waist.” Did I really need her touching me to maneuver her body? No. But no one else needed to know that.
Her hands lifted slowly, a furrow tugged at her brow.
“A little higher.” I think you meant a little lower, my inner deviant said. Shut the fuck up. I’m not really in the mood to be disemboweled today.
Great, this woman has turned me into a schizophrenic. Or is it split personalities? Either one, I’m going crazy. Legitimately this time.
Her small hands settled softly on my hip bones. Her fingers flexed into my body for a brief second. “Is this good?”
No. Lower. “Yes.” I bit my cheek. This whole experiment was based on my knowledge of muscle memory and distraction. Let’s get the shitshow moving. “So when you called me Thor last night, were you thinking that I looked like Chris Hemsworth or someone hotter?” I took a small step back as I talked to her.
She followed my motion as her mouth quirked up at the corner. “Chris Hemsworth is out of even your league, Ryker.”
My fingers bit into her jaw. “That was rude.” I wanted to turn her over my knee. Out of my league. That was the biggest load of bullshit I’d ever heard. The man was a pansy compared to me.
Her lips parted the smallest degree as my fingers tightened on her jaw. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes flicked from side to side under the thin veil of her lids. Her mouth ticked up. “Uh oh. Should I offer to kiss it and make it better?” One brow rose high.
Domenico growled. “You’re not kissing anything. Neither is he.”
I lowered my voice as I took another step back. “Anytime you want to kiss it, you just let me know, pet.”
She snorted. Right in my face. Her eyes closed, her hands on my hips, she rebuffed me. Her nose wrinkled. “Nah.” She lifted her face slightly. “Now if you had Chris Hemsworth available, maybe.” She tipped her head to the side. “Probably. A good, definite probably on that one.”
I growled at her. “That’s two, pet.” I took another step back.
“Two what?” Her steps were hesitant and stiff, but we were making progress.
“Two times you’ve insulted me. In less than two minutes even.”
She shrugged. “I’m sorry your ego is so flimsy. You might want to work on that.” She wet her bottom lip, eyes still closed.
I narrowed my eyes at her. Flimsy ego? I’d earned every part of my ego, little girl. “So when you suggested I put you in my bed or yours, did you have any preference?”
Her brow furrowed again. “I never said that.”
I stopped walking. “Open your eyes.”
Her mossy green irises greeted me in an instant. I searched their depths. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
She tilted her head to the side. “What am I supposed to be remembering?”
I tried a different track. “What’s the last thing you remember before waking up in my penthouse.”
She rolled her eyes. “You sound incredibly pretentious when you say it that way. My penthouse.” She dropped her voice into what I was assuming was supposed to be an imitation of me. She shook her head. “I remember escaping the bathroom at the hospital when…he came in and had Tali removed.” She looked over my shoulder. Looked back at me. “Why?”
“You don’t remember me saving you from the…him?” I studied her.
Her eyes widened. She shook her head. “No. How did you do that?”
I shook my head.
She squeezed her hands at my hips. “Tell me.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
She smiled prettily. “Please.”
Fuck. She’s not allowed to smile again. Ever. I told her what happened.
Her eyes were wide and her mouth made the most tempting O I’d ever seen. My