Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby)(57)

More.

The word implied a million things. All of them were decadent, sinful and tantalizing. My plan was fading in the wake of Ronin's impossibly raw presence. It wasn't supposed to go this way. How did women make this look so easy in the movies? They'd touch a guy on the chin and he'd drool right into her palm.

Except, with Ronin's mouth inches away, I felt like drooling. Dammit.

Biting my tongue, I dove into the brief pain—chased it and let it clear my mind. Claudine, the motorcycle keys, the escape. Focus! With new determination, I pushed my body against his, driving him into the wall. The 'thud' was cathartic, the glimmer of intrigue in Ronin's stare enhancing my awareness.

In just the bathrobe, my collarbone scraped over the smooth surface of his leather vest. Lowering my palms, I stroked the material, trying to covertly feel for his keys. Ronin made a small noise. “That's more like it.”

Glancing up at him, I tugged his vest away. He watched it go, following it as it landed on the floor. I thought there was a shade of something tragic in his eyes, but I couldn't be sure. I had other things to worry about.

I reached for his belt, planning to carefully search his pockets next. His fingers darted out, catching my wrist firmly. “Slow down,” he hushed, pulling my attention back to him. “You don't need to rush. Not like we're going anywhere tonight.”

Hot guilt mixed with my paranoia. Why would he say that? Did he suspect something? Looking into his cocky expression, I didn't think so. But the man was a damn enigma. One second he was rescuing me, another imprisoning me, and now...

Now, I'm wondering how far he'll let me go with him.

In my head, the idea of luring Ronin into disrobing had seemed efficient. I wasn't ready for the way he affected me. And fuck, definitely not ready for the way his skin felt when it touched mine. There was a wickedness in his face, an alluring thing that made this encounter too real. I wanted to lock my mind away and act on impulse, but Ronin was a magnet that wouldn't allow me to withdraw.

He took my hand, slid it up over his shirt. Beneath the material, I felt the hard valley of his stomach muscles. Without looking, I could tell he was magnificent. Something low and hot and primal twinged within me, the pressure rolling down until I clenched my thighs.

My shiver went from my toes to my scalp; there was no hiding how I shut my eyes to endure it. What the hell? What's wrong with me? I was supposed to be the one in charge of this situation. This was my secret escape attempt!

Between us both, an impossible fire was burning. I didn't know who had started it, just that it was clawing at my center, tightening my chest and my heart. This man was too exciting for me, he was pulling me under and taking my air.

Why did drowning feel so damn good?

“Flora.”

I jerked my head up, blinking at his calm gaze. My lips were both swollen and dry. “I—yes?”

“I said slow, not stop.” His grin was slanted charmingly.

With great effort, I nodded—my whole head felt full of iron ball bearings. I didn't dare try and explain. Just find the keys. I didn't have to sleep with him, I told myself that fact over and over. I'd get the keys, shove his pants around his ankles, then push him aside and just run before he could react.

The door wasn't locked right now. If I was fast enough, I could do this.

Swallowing, my stare drifted lower. I saw his belt, my fingers perching above it. Summoning control, I forced my hand against the leather strap. The metal clasp dangled free after I tugged it, a gate that waited for me to go further.

I can do this.

Each thump of my heart entranced me.

It's nothing, just unzip him.

Yes. It would be so simple. Even with my trembling hands, surely I could get his jeans down, and then... then...

Oh god. Oh fucking god.

I knew, logically, the keys had to be in his pockets. On my way there to confirm, a challenge on its own, I'd come across something else. Something that stole my breath and demanded my attention far more than my stealth.

Ronin's jeans outlined the entire length of what had to be the biggest cock I'd ever imagined. It strained against the material, proclaiming its existence and tempting me to set it free.

Just seeing it, picturing what it might look like—how it would feel—had my lungs testing the strength of my ribs. My legs shook, my muscles wavering. The sheer, violent pressure that rocketed down into my lower belly left me delirious.

This... this situation... no. It was beyond me. I couldn't do this.

“What's wrong?” he whispered, his hand curling around to cup my lower back. He'd hardly touched me this entire time, but my cells lit up like he'd been intentionally stoking my arousal. “You're not giving up already, are you?”

A chill slid through my veins. I gaped at Ronin with growing paranoia. “Excuse me?”