Prince of Secrets. Lucy Monroe

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that was so much better.

      One dark brow lifted as he pushed his door open. “Have I ever left you to see yourself inside?”

      “It’s only our third date.” Hardly enough time to set a precedent in stone.

      Her own words hit her with the force of a solid particle mass traveling beyond the speed of light. What was she thinking? Sex with him when they’d barely spent more than a minute in each other’s company?

      Still remembering the pleasure of his kiss earlier, her body screamed yes while her mind sounded a warning Klaxon of nos.

      No closer to a verdict about how to handle the rest of the night, she stalled in frozen indecision.

      Her door was opened and Demyan bent toward her in his too-darn-sexy dinner suit, his hand reaching toward her. “Are you coming?”

      She fumbled with her seat belt, getting it unbuckled after the second try.

      The knowing look in his dark eyes said he knew why she was so uncoordinated.

      “Don’t,” she ordered.

      The knowing glance turned into a smirk. “Don’t?”

      “You’re smug,” Chanel accused as she climbed from the car, eschewing the help of his hand.

      Ignoring her attempt to keep her distance, he put his hand around her waist, tucking her body close to his as they approached her building. “I am delighted by your company.”

      Heat arced between them and, that quickly, she remembered why after only three dates she was ready to break a lifetime habit of virginity.

      “I’m still not sure why we’re here.”

      “You live here?” Amusement laced his voice as he led her into the unsecured building.

      The lack of a doorman was a bone of contention between Chanel and her mother. If the older woman had been concerned for her safety, Chanel might have considered moving, but the issue was in how it looked for her to live in an unpretentious, entirely suburbanite apartment complex.

      “I do not like the fact that the entrance to your home is so accessible. This dark cove outside your door is not entirely secure, either,” Demyan complained as he took her keys and unlocked the door.

      She hadn’t quite decided if the action was some throwback to old-world charm or simply indicative of his dominating nature when he ushered her inside.

      They moved into the living room and he shut the door behind them. There was meaning in that, right? The shut door. If he’d wanted only to see her inside, he could have left her on the landing.

      “Would you like a drink or something?” Like her?

      Was she really going to do this? Chanel thought maybe she was.

      “Not tonight.” The words implied he planned to leave, but the way he stepped closer to her gave an entirely different meaning.

      She didn’t reply, his proximity stealing her breath just that fast. For the first time in her life, she began to understand how her mother, Beatrice, had ended up pregnant by a man so very different from herself.

      Sex was a powerful force. “Body chemistry is so much more potent than I ever believed.” She sounded every bit as bewildered as she felt.

      “Because you have never felt it so strongly with someone else.” There was no question mark at the end of that sentence.

      Chanel would take umbrage at the certainty in his tone if Demyan didn’t speak the absolute truth.

      “I’m sure you have.”

      Something strange moved across his features. Surprise? Maybe confusion. “No.”

      “You stopped earlier, not me.”

      “It was not easy.”

      Was that supposed to make her feel better about the fact he’d been more determined to go to the lecture than she’d been? Sarcasm infused her voice as she said, “I’m glad to hear that.”

      His eyes narrowed, a spark of irritation showing before it disappeared. She wasn’t surprised. Demyan might not be the corporate shark her stepfather was, but he was not a man who liked to lose control, either.

      Not that he had. Now, or earlier.

      He had stopped after all, and right now, as much as she could read desire in his dark gaze, he wasn’t acting on it.

      She, on the other hand, was seconds away from kissing him silly. She, who had never initiated a kiss in her life.

      “Do you want to stay?” she asked baldly.

      Subtlety was all well and good for a woman who found the role of flirt comfortable, but that woman wasn’t Chanel.

      He smiled down at her. “Do you want me to?”

      “I don’t know.”

      Shock held his face immobile for the count of three seconds. “You don’t know?”

      She shook her head.

      “You didn’t seem unsure about what you wanted earlier tonight.” Disbelief laced his voice.

      She nodded, making no attempt to deny it. Subterfuge was not her thing. “I barely know you.”

      “Is that how it feels to you?”

      She experienced that strange sense of disparity she’d had with him before. The words were right, the expression concurrent and yet, she felt the lack of sincerity.

      Only, unlike at the dinner, there was a vein of honesty in his words that confused her.

      “You already know you could take me to bed with very little effort.”

      “I assure you, the effort will not be minimal.” Sensual promise vibrated in every word.

      Chanel felt his promise to her very core and her thighs squeezed together in involuntary response, not because she feared what he wanted but because it made her ache with a need she’d never known.

      “That’s not what I meant.” Her voice cracked on the last word, but she pretended not to notice.

      The slight flaring of his nostrils and the way his eyes went just that much darker said he had, though. “What did you mean then, little one?”

      “I’m hardly little.” At five foot seven, she was above average in height for a woman.

      “Do not avoid the question.”

      “I wasn’t trying to.” She’d just been trying to clarify, because that was familiar territory.

      The rest of this? Was not.

      Only

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