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Sound reasoning…
A brief spurt of fury caught her by surprise. “Damn it! Why did you drag me into this?”
He only snorted, yet said so much.
Hostile and perturbed, she snapped, “I suppose you’d say I dragged myself into it?”
“No one dragged you. You took every step without hesitation.”
“Blindly! Without knowing the consequences!”
“Unless you know more than you’re telling me, unless you can see the future, too, we all walk blindly. The best we can do is watch where we step.” Humor lightened his tone. “As my mother used to tell me, you have a choice between a pile of dog poo and a land mine… Take the dog poo.”
“What a helluva philosophy.”
CHAPTER 34
As they neared Dante’s condo, the door to his private garage sensed something about the vehicle and opened smoothly, and as it did, the lights inside came on. He drove in, down the ramp into the underground space, and the gate shut behind them. Like all underground garages, it was utilitarian: gray concrete and dim light. He housed six of his cars down here; no one else had access.
He turned off the engine and took his first full breath since he’d seen those headlights coming at them. “We’re safe.”
“Really?” Maarja glanced around. “In here?”
“Very safe. The garage door is reinforced and so is the access door. A private elevator is keyed to my hand print and goes directly from the garage to my floor.” He viewed her expression. He didn’t understand what he was seeing. Fear after what they’d gone through? No. Disbelief as she comprehended the changes in her life? That didn’t look right, either. He patted her shoulder, hoping to provide her a little comfort and reinforce his reassurance of protection. “We’ll go up now. I’ll check things out, make sure it’s okay for you. Then I’ll head to—”
She grabbed his fingers and squeezed. “No.”
“No?” Did she want to talk here?
“Get out of your pants.”
What the hell?“What do you think—?”
“Unzip. Remove your pants.” She turned her head to look at him, her expression fierce, angry, determined. “We were almost killed. Your car is crunched. I’m seat-belt bruised and God knows what else. I deserve a bonus.” She ripped off her leather pants like a stripper about to perform the Gypsy Rose Lee maneuver for an appreciative audience.
Hewasan appreciative audience. Oh, God, he could not be more appreciative.
Somehow she got rid of her panties and projected herself over the console between them. She used the levers to push his chair back from the steering wheel, and lowered his seat back a few inches.
“Wait,” he said. She wanted to do itnow? No kissing, no foreplay, no prep? “This is not a good idea.”
“Yes, it is. We almost got killed. We almostdied. You’re going to give me what I want. Take. Down. Your. Pants.” She balanced above him with her boots on either side of his hips and unzipped him. She took his erection between her palms and lightly stroked. “Down. Jeans.”
He wanted to laugh, to protest more forcefully, to point out that yes, they had almost been killed and while the garage was secure, his home was more secure and surely they could wait the five minutes it would take to get in the elevator and—
She placed the head of his cock between her legs.
She’d never manage this. Every time they’d fucked he’d used a lubricant. A woman as new as she was… God, she was wet. She pressed down.
He slid inside those first few inches and, caught by surprise, he groaned.
He never groaned. It revealed too much.
Using both hands, he caught her bare butt and held her still. “You’re out of control.”
“You mean,you’renot in control.”
She was mocking him. Thisgirlwas making fun of him.
