Not only was he the best-looking man I had ever seen, but he was also intelligent.
The way the guards took the stairs was a movement of magnificence, all walking as one in front of us and behind. I stumbled on a step, not paying attention, and Godric pulled me closer to his side.
He sniffed in my direction, and then questioned, “Are you drunk? Did you drink before you entered the bar?”
I held my head higher. “No.”
He snorted, and looked away, but kept his arm close around me. “Then you’re a klutz.”
I ground my teeth together. “Only sometimes.”
“It’s been twice so far in the past ten minutes.”
“Sometimes…might be a loose term.”
Godric snickered. “Honesty with one’s self is most important.”
The guards turned in the opposite direction of my quarters, and I breathed a sigh of relief. If we had gotten any closer, my father’s guards would have taken notice of the entourage—with me in the middle of it. They would have taken offense to be sure. I was sure no one wanted a sword fight happening in the cramped hallway of the housing area.
We eventually stopped turning down multiple passages and headed straight to a door at the end of the hall. The section we were now in was reserved for the VIP business associates. The typically bland colors decorating the halls turned decadent and vibrant, the carpeting now plush under my sneakers. This area was meant to seduce the eye and coax visitors into relaxation. My father had always said that where a man lays his head for the night could mean either pampered friends or stubborn enemies in the boardroom. Hence, why he kept this area pretty-pretty for the corporate snobs that battled with him across a conference table.
The guards parted and placed their backs to the wall, clearing an area for Godric and me to walk forward. Two of his guards were already searching his room, not yet giving the all clear to enter.
My lips trembled in amusement. I stood up on tiptoe to whisper, “They’re just going to stay out here while we do the funky monkey?” Those doors weren’t soundproof.
He peered at each guard before us, some with suspiciously shaking shoulders as if they had heard my whispered comment. He flat out glared with death’s own blade at all of them and ground his teeth together. He finally muttered, “Yes. They won’t leave. These unloyal bastards work for my father, not me.” He cleared his throat. “But I do pay them enough on the side that they’ll keep their mouths shut. This will be between you and me. No one else.”
“Well, I’ll just need to be extra quiet,” I mumbled under my breath.
The guards exited his room and nodded their heads.
Godric led me into his room, shutting the door behind us. He walked straight to the oversized bed in the center of the room, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he went. It dropped on the floor. He turned and leaned a hip against the side of the mattress and started to undo the buttons on his white shirt.
His head tilted to the bed, his blazing eyes on mine. “Are you coming?”
When his shirt hit the floor, and he revealed the torso of a man who knew how to take care of himself—muscles all along that tan flesh—I started unstrapping myself of weapons and nodded.
“Fuck yes.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Godric picked me up next to the bed and slammed my back against the wall. I grunted in pain, but he didn’t apologize. His mouth instantly landed on my tender neck, and he placed a hard kiss on my flesh, his warm, plump lips crushing against my skin. The tip of his nose trailed up to my ear while he inhaled deeply. He hissed, “You smell good enough to devour, pet.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned, pressing my body flush against his. He didn’t smell so bad himself. Wildness and spice, with a hint of cherries. I groaned and tilted my head to the side as his teeth bit my earlobe.
The click of metal had my eyes lowering, to the object he had taken from the back of his pants, as he placed it on the bedside table. I hadn’t noticed any blades on him before, and this item I was unfamiliar with.
I asked, “What’s that?”
“A weapon.” He pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Golden eyes flared on the soft mounds of flesh at the top of my bra. He ran one heated finger against my heaving breasts. A shiver ran down my spine at his hard demand, powerful and sinful. “Don’t touch it.”
I arched against the wall while goose bumps pebbled on my skin. His lone finger rubbed gentle circles on my small cleavage, and I whimpered for more.
My words were breathless. “What kind of weapon?”
“The dangerous kind.” His olive skin rippled with lickable muscles as he lifted me again and tossed me on the bed—away from the unknown weapon. Golden eyes full of heat burned into my exposed skin while I scooted to the center of the bed. He yanked off one of my sneakers and then the other. Godric licked his bottom lip, his gaze lingering between my thighs. “Are you protected from pregnancy, pet?”
I nodded and lifted my silver bracelet in front of my face. With a simple punch of a code, it scanned my body while he pulled my socks from my feet.
I tilted my arm in his direction so he could view the readout. “No diseases. And I’m set for six more months on birth control.”
He stopped unzipping my pants to type in a code on his own silver bracelet. The readout he showed indicated he was free of all diseases too. “No condoms then?”
“No condoms,” I agreed.
Skin on skin was a wicked indulgence.
Godric leaned down and placed his strong arms on either side of my body. He bit the waistline of my pants and peered up with the navy material still between his teeth.
My breath caught. This man wanted to consume me. So much desire radiated off him, in waves of heat, that I lifted my hips just to be closer to his warmth.
He tugged the material with his white teeth before releasing it and licking along my waistline just above my pants, his pink tongue appearing between his red lips.