"Like what?"
"Like you're about to devour me."
I smile against her mouth. "That's because I am."
Then I kiss her.
Not soft. Not tentative. Not like we're testing the waters.
I kiss her like I've been wanting to since the moment she walked into my office in that navy dress and called me Mr. Kade with her chin up and her eyes challenging.
She makes a sound—half gasp, half moan—and opens for me immediately. Her hands slide up to my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, and I groan against her mouth.
"Come here," I command, pulling her onto my lap.
She straddles me without hesitation, her dress riding up, and Christ, this woman is going to destroy me.
"Victor," she breathes, rolling her hips.
I grip her waist hard, holding her still. "Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't move like that unless you want this to be over embarrassingly quickly."
She looks down at me with those hot hazel eyes, a shy smile curving on her gorgeous face. "What if I do?"
"Then you're going to have to wait." I slide one hand up her back, into her hair, and pull her head back slightly. "Because when I make you come, Harper, it's not going to be in the back of a car where we have twenty minutes before we reach my building."
Her eyes go wide. "When you?—"
"When. Not if." I kiss her neck, finding a sensitive spot just below her jaw that makes her gasp. "I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to learn exactly what makes you tick, what makes you moan, what makes you wet. And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it."
"Oh my God," she whispers.
"But not tonight." I pull back to look at her, and she looks thoroughly debauched—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with want. "Tonight I'm going to kiss you until we get to my building. And then I'm going to walk you to the door. And then I'm going to go back to the office and suffer through a conference call while thinking about all the things I'm going to do to you when I have more than twenty minutes."
"That's cruel."
"That's smart.” I kiss her again, slower this time. "I don't rush, Harper. Not with work. Not with acquisitions. And definitely not with you."
She's trembling slightly now, and I can feel it, can feel how much she wants this, how much she wants me.
"There's something I need to tell you," she says suddenly, pulling back slightly.
I tighten my grip on her waist. "What is it?"
"I've been—" She stops, her phone buzzing in her purse.
"Ignore it."
"It might be important."
“This is important, too.” But I release her enough that she can reach for her purse.
She pulls out her phone, glances at the screen, and her face goes pale.
"Everything okay?" I ask, my voice sharpening.
