Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Yes, I’ve noticed,” he muttered. “If the PI bothers you again, I want to know about it.”
“I doubt he will. You scared him.”
“Even scared people do unadvisable things.”
“True enough. Iain’s an example of that.” Thinking of him made her nose wrinkle. “Is he doing any better?”
Luka’s lips thinned. “Not yet. He persists in maintaining that he’s not under the thrall of a siren song.”
Guilt nipped at Naomi’s heels, which annoyed her entity. Yes, yes, it was misplaced guilt—she knew that well—but it didn’t make how she felt any less real. The guy was willingly undergoing torture to prove that he truly loved her, for God’s sake.
She sank her hand into her hair, momentarily stilling as Luka’s gaze followed the movement before taking a slow glide down the length of her curls. It was nothing short of a visual caress that was as potent as any touch, causing her belly to flutter and her demon to preen.
“I didn’t fail to notice that you gave me no guarantee you’d contact me if Phillips made a nuisance of himself again.”
Tenacious bastard. Her demon rolled its eyes, though it respected his level of perseverance and liked that he was so protective of Naomi. “If I hear from him again, I’ll tell you. Now, do I get a tour of this palace or what?”
Luka gave her a long look, as though he was debating whether he should run with the change of topic. Finally, he said, “I don’t see why not.”
Naomi followed him through the house, stealing little peeks at the various rooms—and there were many. The place was the height of luxury and amazingly clean, but it had no soul. Which was kind of sad. “You have a lot of guards,” she noted.
“It’s more of a deterrent than a precaution. Only two demons have ever managed to scale the walls of the estate undetected, but they didn’t make it to the house. They were seen and detained before they had the chance. You’re safe here, Naomi. Safer than you’ll be anywhere else.”
Well, the clerics would be unlikely to get past his security—that was reassuring. She doubted any would attempt to infiltrate the place, but she still felt better knowing that they had little chance of success if they tried.
“I’d get lost in a place like this in no time,” she said as they walked toward the foyer’s staircase. “How long have you lived here?”
Without breaking stride, Luka briefly glanced at her over his shoulder. “A while.”
“Don’t overload me with information,” she mocked.
“I won’t,” he deadpanned.
Upstairs, he resumed his tour, pointing out rooms. Reaching a particular door, he pushed it open and ushered her inside. “This is the master bedroom.”
Moving to stand in the center of the large space, Naomi took a slow look around. Now this room had a Luka vibe to it. It was neat and masculine and a little moody. Dark woods, oak flooring, luxury bedding, walls the color of desert sand. And it smelled like him; like power, amber, and sandalwood.
She zeroed in on the king-sized four-poster bed. “I’ll bet this room has seen a lot of action,” she teased.
He regarded her with a serious expression. “I don’t bring women home.”
Oh. “So why bring me here?”
“Because I wanted to.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Do you always do what you want to do?”
“Most of the time.” Luka crossed to her, so much heat bleeding into his gaze that her breath caught.
As if on cue, her body started charging up—skin heating, muscles tightening, nerve endings prickling, insides buzzing with anticipation.
Gently but firmly taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he let his eyes cruise over her face, tracing and mapping every feature, as he often did. “A man could so easily develop an obsession with this face, and that has nothing to do with you being a siren.” He lowered his head so there was only inches between his lips and hers. “Offer that mouth to me, Naomi.”
No problem. She joined her lips to his, and their sexual connection clicked into place. Need rushed up, breezing through her as their kiss went straight to full-on carnal. The breath left her body as he pulled her flush against him, allowing her to feel his cock hardening.
She unashamedly arched into him, one hand curved around his nape while her other grabbed at his shoulder—fingers squeezing, nails digging. She almost mewled in complaint when he drew back.
He used his fingertip to trace the shape of her mouth. “I want this stuffed full of my cock again.”
Minutes later, they were naked on the bed—him sitting upright against the headboard; her positioned on her hands and knees between his spread thighs while she sucked him off.
Knowing what he liked, she kept the suction tight, pausing occasionally to lick at the head or the sensitive spot beneath the crown. All the while, Luka urged her on, scratched her scalp, played with her hair, whispered praise—mostly in Russian.