Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
SOREN
That was clearly a mistake.
I shouldn’t have kissed her.
What possessed me to follow her to her door?
What the fuck have I done?
I don’t randomly kiss women, especially nosy ones trying to dig up dirt on me.
I pop the earbud into my ear so I can listen in on her via the bug I planted in her purse. She’s muttering something under her breath, or maybe it’s just that I can’t hear her properly. I listen a little closer, and I hear the soft sounds of moaning.
Is she…
No, she can’t be.
But there it is again… Her moan filters into my ear, spiking along my skin and straight to my cock. I close my eyes, jaw tightening. I shouldn’t react. I know better. But my body doesn’t care what I know.
“Turn the car around,” I tell the driver.
It’s only a few minutes before the car pulls up outside her place again.
I shouldn’t be here. But that sound, her moan, is still in my ear, soft and sinful.
Looping like a curse I can’t shake. By the time the car stops, I’m halfway out the door, the earpiece still in.
I stalk back down the same path I left only minutes previously, that kiss still haunting me with every step.
My pulse is hammering. Mouth dry. I don’t know what I’m going to say when she opens the door. I just know I need to see her.
Now.
I bang on her door twice, keeping the earpiece in. I hear shuffling sounds before something falls, and she says, “Fuck.”
I knock again. “Miss Knight,” I call through the door.
“One minute.” It echoes as I hear it from the earbud and from beyond the door. “Fuck, where are my pants?”
Within two minutes, she’s pulling open the door, her hair a little messier than it was earlier, and her lips still swollen. “What are you doing back here?”
“Do you need a hand?” I ask, and her eyes open wide in surprise. The tension between us right now is so thick it’s stifling.
“With what?” She tries to brush it off as if she were doing nothing. I skim my gaze over the clothes she must have thrown on before answering the door.
“Seems you’re trying to reach a goal, and I interrupted.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I do like the taste of pussy.” I wink at her and then turn and walk back to the car. Opening the door, I look back over my shoulder and call out, “Wonder if yours tastes as good as your other lips.”
She slams the door shut, effectively ending our conversation.
I don’t take it personally. To be honest, I came back to ruffle her feathers because I knew exactly what she was doing.
And I can guarantee she’s going to spend all night wondering how I knew.
She’s clever, so I do understand that I have to be cautious around her, but at the same time, I’ve never had so much fun playing with someone in my life.
I should probably put some distance between us. Give Cressida the interview she wants while being as guarded as possible, then walk away and never look back. So, why haven’t I done that yet? She could literally destroy everything, and here I am playing a game with her.
But I can’t seem to stop.