“Then what else?” he asked.
“You would like a list?”
“Of course.”
And she had that list. Had made it the moment she and her sisters had conceived their plan. It was easy to rattle it off now and Lyra did, wondering exactly what Andros would think when he heard it. “Okay. He has to be attractive. And not just mildly so. I’m talking about the sort of attractive that makes you wince when you pass a man in the street, makes you turn around along with every other woman and follow him with your eyes until he walks out of view.”
“And you would put me in that category?”
She rolled her eyes again. “You know you’re in it.”
“The rest of the list if you please.”
“The body has to match the face,” she continued. “Sculpted, toned, irresistible.”
“Continue.”
“And he has to be as hard as he is sexy.”
“Hard? Why?”
“Because, Andros, it is easy for a man to think himself in love with a woman who looks like I do. The first flash of lust confuses them. Before you know it they’re down on one knee begging you to marry them.”
Silence for a moment as he was digesting her words, and when he spoke his accent was so thick it made Lyra’s thighs clench. She couldn’t help but imagine him whispering filth to her in that voice.#p#分页标题#e#
“And you are not a marrying kind of girl.”
“Absolutely not,” she said.
“And you want a man who thinks alongside the same lines.”
“Precisely.”
Another moment of silence and Lyra waited. It all hung in the balance now, so she could do nothing else. Her position was clear. Question was, would Andros go for the bait?
“Well,” he said eventually and her heart raced in her chest. “It seems, Lyra Matthews, that you have found him.”
Chapter Six
The drive back to Andros’ home was tense, much more so than the short drive to the restaurant had been. The car was practically thrumming with the awareness between them, and it took everything he had to keep his hands, and his mouth, to himself. But Andros knew he had to play it right, to grab at some sort of patience.
Lyra was sat next to him, seemingly serene. Her hands were placed on her lap, her legs crossed, and she was looking out of the window at the passing scenery. Only the windows were tinted, so there was little to see. He paused; maybe she was not so serene after all.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked softly.
“To my home—one of them at least,” he said, though really they should be going to a hotel. He never took women back to his town house, only he didn’t think he could last out the time to get to a hotel, and besides, he wanted no distractions. Just him and her, and the pleasure they were going to give each other.
“You live alone,” she said. Andros could tell by the tone of her voice that it was not a question.
“I do.”
“No staff.” Again it was not a question.
“Not live in,” he replied.
“Ah.”
He shifted in his seat as he considered how she knew his living arrangements, the issue with the register prodding him again. But desire was clouding his brain, making it difficult to consider all the little warning signs which said quite clearly that his meeting with Lyra was not by chance. It was arranged by her for a very specific reason.
He remembered her words in the restaurant, exactly what it was she wanted from him, and frowned inwardly. He couldn’t think about that right now. The only thing on his mind was fucking her as soon as possible. Hard. Fast. Dios, he couldn’t wait to sink inside her, to lose himself in waiting wetness.
“And when we get to your home?” she asked.
Images of her long legs wrapped around him, her breasts in his mouth, her lips running along his cock filled Andros, and he didn’t think before reaching across the space between them, placing a finger under her chin. She turned her head for him—anticipating his action—and their eyes met. The tension ratcheted up another notch. Andros was tempted to lean across and kiss her. Only he suspected once he started he would not stop, and the back of his Bentley was no place for the sort of seduction he planned.
“I am going to fuck you,” he said bluntly.
She nodded, seemingly not the least bit perturbed by his words. “Yes you are.”
He moved his finger from her chin, running it down her neck. Her skin was as soft as he had expected it to be, and despite his resolution to wait, to hold on to the little control he had left, Andros could not help but continue the journey downwards. He ran the pad of his finger across her collarbone, inhaling sharply when he felt how fragile it was. Then down across her chest, over the light dusting of freckles, before finishing at the fabric of her dress.