Locking myself away for hours or days on end isn’t really unusual for me. But having it enforced on me is completely different. Even if it is in the luxury of his insane penthouse.
His eyes find mine as I wait and he takes a step toward me, his body eating up the space between us in a heartbeat.
His warmth and scent surround me, and it takes as much as I can do, to swallow.
The second his chest brushes my breasts, I jump back, not wanting to have my rational thoughts swallowed up by memories of how good it feels when we connect, when he touches me. But I don’t get very far because my back hits the wall and all the air in my lungs comes rushing out.
He leans in, his nose almost touching mine as his hot breath tickles over my face.
Attempting to look completely unaffected by him, I put on my best bored-as-fuck face and glare back at him while my heart pounds in my chest and my blood boils at his closeness.
“What do you want, Theodore?”
His breaths come out in harsh pants, as if my mere presence is irritating the fuck out of him.
Well, there’s an easy way to fix that.
Let me fucking go home.
“We might be about to walk out that door, but don’t get any stupid fucking ideas about trying to run.”
My lips pull up into the sweetest smile I can muster. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Theodore. I just love being held captive by you so much.”
I gasp when his hand collars my throat, but in contrast, his nose brushes along my cheek tenderly.
“Just be a good girl, and we won’t have an issue,” he breathes in my ear, causing a shudder to rip down my spine. “Might even reward you for it later.”
He nips my ear and I just about manage to catch my moan of pleasure.
I slam my palms against his chest, and he takes pity on me and steps back.
“You think I want anything from you?” I snarl, running my eyes up and down his body.
“Oh, Hellcat,” he rumbles. “I know you do.”
“Arrogant dick,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest and waiting for him to unlock the door.
The silence is painful as we stand side by side in the lift and head for the underground garage, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never been more aware of another person’s presence than I am in those few minutes.
I swear the heat from his arm singes mine even through our coats, and I’m aware of every breath he takes, every movement he makes.
My body silently begs for him to jump me, to force me to let go of some of this tension that’s pulling at my body. But my brain knows that I need to keep my cunt under control.
So what, he’s got the cock of a Greek god.
We don’t need it.
We don’t. We don’t. We do—
“What the hell?” I snap the second the doors open and his fingers dig into my upper arm.
“You’re a flight risk,” he tells me as if this is just a normal fucking day for him before frog-marching me across the car park and toward his Maserati.
“Would it really be so bad if I ran? You’d get your peace and quiet back. You don’t even like me; why do you want me all up in your space?”
His teeth grind, but he doesn’t give me an answer. Instead, he just rips the door open and all but pushes me inside.
“Right, okay then,” I mutter to myself as he walks around the back of the car to join me.