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Slowly, ever so slowly, his thumb traced back and forth over my knee. Was he … comforting me?
In fact, I was rather fond of several of the deadliest sort, but envy had never been much of a problem. Until now. The thought of Noemi fucking another man had turned my insides as green as her jade-speckled eyes. What if I wanted a lover?
And the very last thing I should have been doing was following her around like a fucking puppy. Yet here I was, sitting at her usual coffee shop, waiting for her to arrive like a trained golden retriever. Fuck me.
“That right there is why I’m here. I felt the way you responded to me at your house, and I’ve wanted more since the minute I left. Call it romance if you want. I don’t really care what you call it, so long as those pretty lips end up panting my name.”
Noemi cocked her head to the side, and a catlike grin spread across her lips before she scooped a finger full of cream cheese off her bagel and wiped it the full length of my Brunello Cucinelli silk tie. Then she stared right at me as she sucked the remainder off her finger. Fuck. Me.
“You still thinking about the girl? She’s a sweet little thing. I’d probably think about her, too.” I scowled. “Watch it, fuckwad. That’s my future wife you’re talking about.” He raised his hands in retreat. “My bad, man.”
Sweet and sassy. It was a fucking lethal combination, and my days were dwindling before my eyes.
“I don’t ever want to see anyone touching you like that again.” I flinched backward in surprise. She was just being kind. “That’s bullshit, but regardless, I don’t care. Man or woman, I see someone touching you in a way I don’t like, I’ll cut their fucking fingers off.”
I didn’t just want to fuck my fiancée; I wanted all of her. Her body and submission. Her trust and compliance. Even her fiery temper and sarcasm. All of it was mine, and I wasn’t about to share.
Then his hands clasped the back of my neck and pulled me close until his forehead rested against mine. His eyes bore so deep into my soul, I feared he’d cleave me in two. “You’ll give me your voice from now on?” His own voice softened, but his words were still more command than question.
My fingers curled into his designer suit jacket as I lifted my gaze back to his. The sapphire shards in his eyes were almost entirely consumed by shadow. “You shouldn’t look at me like that, Noemi. I’m not anywhere near honorable enough to resist.”
“Better than what I’ll do to your face if you touch my wife again,” I groused. Shae’s eyes widened. “Did you two exchange vows I’m unaware of?” “Semantics. You knew better than to lay a finger on her.”
I wanted Noemi to get home safely, and I wasn’t looking to start a war. Though, for her, I just might. I was so fucked.
His answering look was positively savage. “When I can smell your pussy dripping with need? I don’t think so. Now get back inside before I decide to take what’s already mine.”
My cousin had been happy to toy with me over my feelings for Noemi, but when it came to a woman being mistreated, neither of us had a sense of humor. I knew he’d have my back on that matter.
“Emy, baby. Calm down.” Two large hands clasped either side of my face and forced me to turn. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. You’re here with me. I’ve got you.” Crystal clear blue eyes. Conner.
“Yeah.” She peered innocently up at me, forest green lined with inky black lashes. “Do you think you can take me to see him tomorrow?” Fuck, look at me like that, and I’ll take you to the goddamn moon.
He could steal all my thongs and still be thoughtful—order me onto my knees and still worship me like a goddess.
