She nodded and shifted in my arms, looking desperate to scurry away. So I complied, setting her back on her feet, but Iheld her trapped there in my embrace. I wouldn’t release her until I understood what the hell had just happened.
She took a page right out of my book and peered up at me, offering no explanation. The only thing she did was struggle to breathe and compose herself.
“Let’s back up,” I said, finally. “What did you mean that something’s wrong with you?”
Her green eyes blinked rapidly. “Not wrong. I should have said... different.” She sighed, and the tension fell from her body like she’d figured out how to shed it off. Her gaze hardened, and she once again became the woman I was more familiar with. “You’ve done something to me.”
“What, exactly, have I done?”
“I don’t know. You’ve given me these...feelings.” She said it like I’d given her a disease.
“Feelings,” I repeated. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. A short laugh escaped my lips, but then I sobered. I let my voice go heavy with accusation. “Yeah? Well, right back at you, Olivia.”
Acknowledging there was more between us than just sex should have set off alarms. Emotions made me uncomfortable, and they were something I’d prefer not to discuss, ever. In my line of work, I didn’t have time for them, anyway. Emotion could get me killed.
I kept waiting for the cold sweat to come, but it didn’t.
For once, I didn’t mind the idea of talking about emotions—provided they were hers. Her halfhearted attempt to break free from my embrace stopped when my head dipped and I set my lips on her shoulder. I watched as goosebumps lifted on her arms, and I enjoyed having that effect on her.
“Tell me about these feelings,” I said.
“We didn’t come up here formeto talk,” she reminded.
It was true, but she’d worked information out of me rather successfully, and I was looking forward to doing the same. “Tell me.”
She stayed motionless, allowing my lips to continue to wander, like she was making a stand. “You’re welcome to try to make me.”
The smug, overly confident look on her face made my heart thud faster and stirred things below my belt. This was a game she’d lose, and we were both going to enjoy it.
I moved aggressively, surpassing her attempts to dominate, and slammed her back against the wall. This time the picture bounced on its hook and hung crooked. Her sexy mouth fell open in shock, and her eyes hooded when I caressed a hand down over the full curve of her breast, her ribs, down her waist, and behind to squeeze her hard against me. She moaned against my mouth.
I used the most seductive voice I possessed. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” Her feigned ignorance was intentional, spurring me to press forward.
“Tell me what I’ve done to you.” Jesus, how I’d wanted this tight body back beneath my hands. “Tell me how you feel about me.”
I didn’t give her a whole lot of time to do it, though, kissing her hard. She clawed at my tie, either tugging the knot loose or tugging me closer, I wasn’t quite sure.
“I like the way you look at me,” she said, breathless.
I grabbed the fabric of her skirt by her thigh, balled it into a fist, and began to drag it up at a painfully slow pace. “That’s not new intel.”
Her wicked smile hinted she had something on me, like an ace up her sleeve. Her breath caught when I’d lifted the skirt high enough to slip my hand beneath the layers of fabric and touch the heated, silk-covered skin above her knee. Like the last time I’d trapped her against a wall, I yanked her knee up so she could wrap her leg around me. When I found a band of lace high up on her thigh, I glanced down?—
“Jesus.”
“Is something wrong?” she purred, gloating.
“Hell no, nothing wrong here.” Only that I was going to have to rethink the plan of getting her naked. One look at her leg wrapped in that see-through black thigh-high, with her creamy skin peeking out at the top, and I was fucking drowning in lust.
Since her leg was propped up, I now had access beneath her skirt, and I was ready to take advantage. The backs of my fingers skimmed over the inside of her raised knee, steadily drawing a line toward my target.
“Tell me,” I said again. Now her tremble wasn’t in fear, it was in anticipation, and I watched her throat as she swallowed hard.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered quickly. “I close my eyes, and I see you.”
I found more black lace, and the panties were sexy as hell. Was I going to have to leave those on, too? She sighed in seeming relief as I put my hand right where the lace covered her, where her body was damp. Her green eyes slammed shut as I touched her, massaging her clit through the thin lace.
