“This isn’t up to your standards?”
“I didn’t say that.” As I regarded our accommodations, I lounged back on the mattress, resting on my hands. “It might be a tight fit for all of my clothes, though. You don’t mind a tight fit, do you?”
Dimitri’s dark eyes narrowed a fraction before he ran them down my body, where the waist of my pants lay open without the button closure. I was tempting, I knew that much. Dimitri knew it too, judging by the impressive erection tenting his pants.
Feel free to give in,I thought, waiting for him to take the bait. After a long trip and his cock-teasing body search, I was horny as hell and could use a good fuck to take the edge off.
And I knew without a doubt that Dimitri would be averygood fuck. Something about that stoic nature told me he only let loose on his sexual partners, and I was willing to offer myself for the taking.
Really, this whole mission was entirely selfish at this point.
“Don’t bother,” Dimitri said, but before I could protest, he continued, “unpacking. We’ll be moving rooms tomorrow.”
“Moving rooms? Why?”
“I never stay in the same place twice when traveling.”
So hewasparanoid, because who changed rooms every single night? At least it explained why we weren’t in the largest suite of the castle. At least, I hoped this wasn’t, or it didn’t bode well for the other rooms.
“You do know you can simply have someone change your sheets every night instead of having to change rooms,” I said.
“And give my enemies an advantage?” His jaw tensed, accentuating the hard lines of his face. “Predictability gets you killed.”
“So you move rooms like musical chairs.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s got to be exhausting.”
Dimitri shrugged. “Better to be exhausted than dead.”
NowthatI could agree with. I ran my hand over the luxurious covers and patted the spot beside me. “What do you say, then, to a little…nap?”
“If you think the first time I get in a bed with you is going to be to sleep, you’re not half as intelligent as that quick wit of yours led me to believe.”
I preened at the compliments. “Well, you wouldn’t hear me complaining.”
“No, your mouth would be too busy.”
My dick stiffened at the suggestion as my eyes traveled down to what I assumed he’d shut me up with. Pleased to see the sexual tension sizzling in the air was coming from both sides, I arched my hips.
“If this is another version of teasing my dick, I have to admit, I preferred the one where you used your hand.”
“I’m not teasing you this time. Just stating facts. Something I’ll be happy to prove, after dinner.”
My stomach growled the second food was mentioned, and it wasn’t until that moment that I’d realized I was a little hungry.
I licked at my lips. “I could eat.”
I couldn’t be sure, but I could’ve sworn Dimitri’s lips quirked. I was determined to make that man smile, even if it killed me.
Which it might.
“I’ll expect you downstairs in an hour. If you need anything pressed, washed?—”
“My back?” I suggested, then batted my lashes. “Or maybe my…front.”
“Clothes-wise.” Dimitri pointed to a panel on the wall. “Hit this button and someone will be up to assist.”
