Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon(19)

He needed more.

Needed it now.

“I wish to see you again,” he said, blurting the words out before giving himself a chance to think about them.

Lyra smiled, lowering her cup, licking the coffee from her lips as she did so. Her action did nothing to help his current situation, and Andros found himself wondering what she would say if he simply bent her over the dining table.

Her smile widened. “You do?”

That smile…it was enchanting. He couldn’t help but reach across and stroke a finger along her dimple. “Yes.”

“I would like that,” she said. “A lot.”

Satisfaction coursed through him. Andros filled his cup back up, planning already how he might rearrange his day to ensure he could spend the maximum amount of time with her. Of course, he could simply take her number and let her know when he was next free, but his dick had other ideas, and the thought of spending the entire day and night with it throbbing was unacceptable.

“You will have dinner with me tonight,” he said. “You will give me your address and I will pick you up at seven. You will plan to spend the night.”

“Here?”

He nodded. No point in arranging to go to a hotel now, not when the rule was already broken.

“Okay,” she agreed. “But there’s no need to take me out. Not when we both know what we want to do.

Once again, she managed to surprise him, and Andros raised a brow at her. “Then you don’t want the little rituals? The dinners and the drinks and all of that.”

She shrugged. “I’d rather have the orgasms.”

He thickened faster than he ever had, his dick practically launching itself at her, eager to provide said orgasms immediately. It took a tremendous effort, a huge amount of will power to stay on his seat and answer calmly. “It will be my pleasure to give them to you.”

She swirled her espresso around her little cup, shooting him a look from under her lashes.

“So how does seeing me again fit into our discussion last night?”

“Discussion?”

“In the restaurant.”

“Ah.” He paused as he recalled exactly what it was she had been asking for, and how she had been asking for it. Andros hadn’t thought it through last night. The desire had been too intense, the need to sate himself impossible to ignore, but he thought about it now, and slowly shook his head. “It does not, at least not in the way you mean.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You want me to make you my mistress,” he said, making sure that he was not mistaken, that her intention was quite clear.

She nodded, leaving him in no doubt. “Yes.”

“I’ve never taken a mistress before,” he said. “Not in the sense you mean. People assume a billionaire foreigner is bound to have many, no? It never appealed to me though. I have neither the time nor the patience to devote to one woman.”

And that was simple truth. Though Andros had many women, one after the other over the years, he never kept them for long; there was no need. His looks, his riches, everything brought him an endless queue of them, and he was not arrogant about it—it was simply a fact. He knew that they plotted and schemed to not only get into his bed, but into his life as well. All of them in the end wanted marriage, and he was sure, no matter what she said, that Lyra was thinking along the same lines. She probably imagined that a mistress position was just one-step away from being a wife. Only Andros had no intention of marrying yet, and when he did it would be a woman from his own country. A sweet, charming Sicilian, who understood his background and his culture. That woman would give him lots of dark haired Sicilian babies and he would spoil and pleasure her.

Lyra was not that woman.

She never would be.

But how he wanted her.

“What you ask for is…” He shrugged. “Unexpected. Different.”

“I see.”

“Only you are different, are you not? This between us.” He waved a hand between them. “Is just as unexpected.”

“Do you mean out of the blue?” she asked. “Because you know, we both know, that it wasn’t.”

He nodded at her honesty, pleased to hear those words. Pretending that this was a chance occurrence would have angered him. Lyra, it seemed, recognized that. He found himself appreciating her bluntness.

“I am not talking about how we met,” he said. “Though that is something I will need more details on fairly soon. I don’t know what it is,” he added, frustration at that, as well as his lust filled state, prodding him. “I wish I did, but there is something about you, Lyra, that makes me want to devote an awful lot of time to you right now. Preferably with you naked and panting.”#p#分页标题#e#