“She’s tiny,” he observed flatly, the smoke trailing from his mouth as he spoke.
“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” I replied. She was mine to worry about, and I didn’t like his goddamn eyes on her.
Addy’s duffel went into the backseat, and she looked at me like the world had shifted and whispered, “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Opening the rear door for her, I watched her climb in, biting back a groan at the sight of her pert ass being in perfect view for a moment.
There’s nothing I would’ve loved more than to squeeze myself into the backseat with my girl, but we still needed to make it to port which meant I needed to be alert. If Addy was within reach, there would be no chance of that.
I traced her knuckles again with my thumb, slowly and deliberately. Obsession was something I rarely indulged in, but the way she willingly succumbed to it was intoxicating.
Her brown eyes flicked up at me and, for a second, the chaos, the danger and the lawless thrill of our futures collided in one dangerous pulse.
And I realized I couldn’t stop staring, not because of some fucking polite convention. I couldn’t stop because there was nothing concerning her I didn’t want to devour. Her body, her thoughts, every little expression and every annoying habit she might have — it was all mine.
Kyrill got out as I closed the door securely behind her and made his way to the passenger seat, flicking the butt of the cigarette away before getting back in. I rounded the car and slid behind the wheel.
Shoving the mask up on my head, I shared a look with Kyrill before watching my little devil in the rearview mirror. I was dying to kiss her, to find out if she still tasted of my cum, but it would have to wait.
Safety first, fucking later.
“Seatbelt,” I said automatically to Addy, even though I wasn’t sure she’d listen.
“I don’t do seatbelts,” she shot back.
Always with the sass. Running a hand through my hair, I looked back at her.
“I wasn’t asking.”
Addy sucked in a breath, her lips parting as she stared at my face, her eyes drinking me in. The corner of my mouth curled up in satisfaction.
Pretty sure she liked what she was seeing.
“Right. Of course,” she muttered, her gaze still locked on mine.
Kyrill finally averted his gaze from the road, just long enough to turn around and give her a deadpan once-over. “Do you always trip so much? You would have broken your neck coming down the stairs if boss had not been holding your hand.”
“Gee, thanks. I prefer to call it gracefully disastrous.”
Kyrill snorted. “Sure.”
I sneered. “She’s fucking perfect.”
It was like trying to explain the universe to someone incapable of understanding it.
Kyrill raised one dark brow. “Uh-huh. That’s what they all say before—” He paused, clearly reconsidering his choice of words, when I shot him a glare.
“She’s mine,” I reminded him smoothly, though a certain feral edge betrayed my tone. “Choose your words wisely.”
“Are you guys always this … terrifying?” she asked under her breath, her voice just above the hum of the engine.
“Aw, baby. You have nothing to fear from us.” I shot her a heated look in the rearview mirror and watched as a blush spread across her cheeks and her breath caught in her throat.
Pressing my foot to the gas pedal, the car lurched forward, and I directed my attention to the road. Kyrill didn’t speak again until we had left the immediate area.
“So… this is really happening,” he said flatly. His tone suggested a mixture of disbelief and mild amusement. “You sure about kidnapping her?”
I let my head fall back against the seat, glaring at him sideways. “She’s not being kidnapped. Does she look like she’s been fucking kidnapped walking out of the building, holding my fucking hand? I claimed her and that’s why she’s here.”