She turned to peer at me. "Yes, Aidan?"
Her tone was meeker than I expected, and it sank to my dick, settling there, and making it pound in fury.
Holy shit, her eyes were lowered like she was a naughty girl.
That should not have been as hot as it was, but goddamn, it was like fire flushing through my veins.
"You know you shouldn’t have done that, don’t you? You know you’re going to have to listen to me in the future if we’re going to make this work."
She bit her lip. "I do. I’m sorry. I’m not used to—"
"Listening to people? Obeying someone when they’re more cognizant of the danger in a particular situation than you are?" I growled under my breath as I pulled my tie free from my collar. "I’m not people. I’m me. I’m not just anyone. My primary directive in this fucking life is to make sure you keep that pretty head of yours attached to that sinful body, so with that in mind, I want you to get naked."
Her eyes flared, but not with fear, more in excitement. She pretty much started stripping the second I made the damn request, and I wasn’t about to complain.
Her neatness didn’t come as a surprise, either, not after seeing her apartment, and especially as I knew she wanted to make a good impression on Da.
She placed her clothes carefully on the back of the sofa, laying them flat so they wouldn’t crease, and every time she twisted and bent, swaying and dipping to make sure the fabric wasn’t ruffled, well, it shouldn’t have been as much of a turn on as it was.
Catching glimpses of her tits swaying, the line of her hip tautening, the way her belly scooted in then popped out, everything about her, every goddamn inch that was revealed to me was like finally catching a glimpse of paradise.
I wanted to watch this woman undress every fucking day. I wanted to watch her apply her make-up in the morning and take it off at night. I wanted to see her screaming with pleasure, and I wanted to watch her face puckered with distaste when she tried a new food she didn’t like.
I wanted it all, I realized. Wanted everything she had to give, and even that wouldn’t be enough.
How I kept my hands away from her, I didn’t know, but I wanted her naked, out of that sexy as sin pink suit that had a weird blend to it so it took away from the severe cut and made her look more feminine than last night’s ladykiller outfit.
She was soft and approachable, everything I didn’t want her to be when I had an enemy in the vicinity.
I knew men would already have begun to arrive from Da’s compound after I shot off some messages to Finn once Valentini was on his way.
I’d have preferred to ask Conor, but I didn't want him knowing who was in the van.
Finn was sending guards to sweep the land to make sure there were no other intruders as well, with one also tasked with driving the van to the estate, but leaving it at the back of the garages where I knew, sometimes, Da did some wet work if a situation was particularly personal to him.
Knowing we were safe, knowing I could let my guard down, I watched my woman,mygoddamn woman, strip. It was time to remind her of exactly who she was now, what she was to me, and what that fucking meant.
I just had to hope that, by the end of it, she didn’t give up on me entirely.