I tighten my fingers on her neck.
The man tells us a total.
Controlling the move, I use my other hand to slide her palm down my stomach to my belt buckle.
Behaving for once, she curls her fingers around the metal and keeps them there. Keeping herself right where she belongs.
She has to wiggle her arm out between us to hold my wallet up. Rather than handing it to me, she uses her thumb to flip the folded leather open and holds it still for me.
I flex my hand on her neck, showing my appreciation, and use my free hand to pull a credit card out.
Like all my documents, it’s not my name. But the name on the credit card matches the name on the driver’s license also in this wallet.
I hand the credit card over for the man to run.
He hands it back to me with the room keys, and I don’t wait for more.
I’ve been here. I know how to find the elevators, and our room number is written down on the little paper card holder. And if I catch him looking at my girl again, I’ll snap.
Cassandra sways against me as I walk us to the elevators.
I keep my grip on her as we wait.
I keep my grip as we ride up two floors.
I keep my grip on her as I walk her down the hall.
I keep my grip until we’re in the room, with the door shut and locked behind us.
Then I let go.
CHAPTER 75
Cassie
When Hans releases me, I stumble for real before I catch my balance and face him.
There’s a lamp on somewhere in the room behind me, casting shadows across Hans’s face.
He steps toward me. And I take a step back.
With his second step, he drags his jacket off.
I step back.
Another step, he’s tying his hair back.
My skin tingles, and I step back.
Another step and he’s unbuttoning his shirt.
I’m not afraid of him.
This is exactly what I want.
But when a man that looks like that, like he might pull your soul out of your body through your vagina, you back away.
Hans frees the last button, and I bump into the mattress.
His shirt hits the floor, and he stops.
Eyes boring into mine, Hans kicks his shoes off while he unbuckles his belt.
He steps out of his shoes. And shoves his pants down his hips.
They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them. Steps closer. In nothing but straining boxer briefs.
My mouth has gone dry, all the moisture pooling between my thighs.
Hans grips the bottom of my sweatshirt. “Arms up.”
I do as he says.
When cool air hits my stomach, I know my tank top is being pulled off too.
The hoodie passes over my head. And I’m left in just my little sleep shorts. No underwear.
I feel so exposed. More exposed than I’ve ever been to him.
Even with him watching me…
“Have you seen me naked?” I ask him, my voice a rasp.
“I couldn’t.” His hands close over my rib cage. “I couldn’t cross that line.”
I grab his forearms to steady my shaky legs. “You couldn’t?”
He inches his hands up and runs his thumbs along the underside of my tits.
My nipples are so hard they hurt.
“I was never going to touch you.” He moves his hands to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
“Never?” I dig my fingertips into his arms.
I can’t imagine this never happening.
Can’t believe the world would be so cruel.
“You deserve the best life, Butterfly.” He lowers his mouth to suck one peak into his mouth.
My hands automatically go to his hair, finally feeling the silky texture as I dig my fingers into the strands.
He moves to the other side, sucking that nipple between his lips.
“Hans!” I call out.
He releases my breasts. “You’re calling me something else tonight.”
Something else?
Then I remember.
My lungs catch.
He liked that?
Hans lets go of me, then jerks my shorts down, letting out a groan when he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath them.
I reach for his waistband.
He snatches my wrist in the air.
I lean into his hold, my fingers extending. “I wanna touch it, Daddy.”
His lids lower, and a wave of power crashes into me.
“You can look at it.” He slides his tongue across his lower lip. “Get on the bed.”
I scramble backward.
This is normally when I’d feel the most self-conscious. Completely naked in the light.
I know I’m a big girl. It’s not a secret. And Hans might have a body built for fighting, not an inch of softness on him. But I can see his obsession for me glowing in his eyes.