“Hypocrite.”
His thumb brushed over my lower lip, where he’d bitten me earlier. The touch was gentler now, almost apologetic. But the look of frenzied yearning in his eyes told me he was feeling anything but sorry.
“I am going to ask you to say this again in an hour,” he murmured harshly.
“Still won’t care.” I murmured back and he bit his lip, hard.
“We’ll see.”
But there was no real argument in his tone. Just an inevitability that turned my knees to jelly.
With his eyes fixed on mine, he bent his knees and his hands slid up my thighs to cup my ass. He lifted me with one hand cupping my bottom and the other pressed around my waist and I locked my legs around his middle.
Still without looking away from me, he carried me the few steps to the massive council table at the room's cent
