Ivana Bennett ignored his baiting, "I didn't say we have to finish this fight tonight, we can have another round another day. Please take me home. I'm tired and want to rest. My address is..."
Since he managed to find where Lucy's place was, she was sure he must know her address, too. She didn't mind telling him, showing her "sincerity."
"I know."
His voice was low and husky in her ear.
His teeth gently caressed her neck, making Ivana shudder. She straightened her back, trying to avoid his touch, but he held her tightly, making it impossible for her to escape.
Through her thin clothes, his chest was hard and strong. Unconsciously, she recalled that night...
Realizing her thoughts were drifting into dangerous territory, Ivana bit her lip harshly, forcing herself to calm down.
"I'll say it again, take me home!"
Lucas Walker inhaled her pleasant scent, barely touching her skin with his nose, "Don't you want to see Pussy-ball?"
Pussy-ball?
