“We don’t really call ourselves that, but yeah, I do.”
While he knelt before me, his hot mouth traveled from one breast to the other, his hands cupping and caressing me. The ache for him had started the moment I’d lain eyes on him tonight, and the orgasm he’d given me in the office had barely taken the edge off.
Desire flared inside me once again, burning out of control.
“Tell me,” he mumbled against my damp, sensitive skin, “what happened in the office.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking?—”
He lifted his head, gave me a hard look, and it was like throwing me into a volcano. “Your underwear’s up next, so I suggest you don’t lie. Why did you shut down?”
I forced his mouth on mine, but he pulled back. He wanted an answer. Wouldn’t do anything else until he had it.
My eyes fell shut and I relinquished control, to both him and my emotions. “Because this is starting to feel too real.”
It had been terrifying, and maybe a little bit wonderful.
“Look at me.”
I blinked my eyes open at his dominating tone and found his face hauntingly beautiful.
“Ask me some questions so I can start lying,” he demanded.
“Why do you find me so distracting?”
He launched to his feet, undoing his belt with anxious hands. “It’s not because I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
The belt thumped to the floor. Of course he’d play that card. His compliment left me off kilter, and he knew it, because he helped me up from the chair and steadied mewhen I teetered on my high heels. He peered down at me, his eyes begging me for another question.
“Do you want me?” I asked.
“No. Just like I didn’t want you that night you kissed me in South Africa.” There was a sound of metal unzipping, and rustling as his pants dropped.
I smiled at the memory. His hands were on my waist then, and one of them slipped inside the back of my panties, squeezing me against him.
“Got your attention, didn’t I?”
His breath was hot in my ear. “You’ve always had it.”
That one wasn’t a lie.
He lifted me in his arms so I could wrap my legs around his waist, his taut abs against the inside of my thighs. He strolled to the bed, taking a knee and laying me down beneath him, my back against the sheets.
I ghosted my fingertips across the map of scars on his chest.Germany, he’d said about the one near his waist. Oh, God. Was this one the result of the knife he’d taken for Kara?
When he slanted his lips over mine, the thought was abandoned. His kiss drifted over my jaw, to my ear, the heat of it giving me a pleasurable shiver.
He pressed up on his arms, staring down at me and putting moonlight between us. “Do you want me to tell you my secrets, Olivia?”
“No,” I lied. “Not the slightest bit.”
His mouth twisted into a wicked smile as I lifted my hips and let him peel the lacy underwear away. He stared at my nakedness, and his obsidian eyes heated to a temperature that could melt steel. “My jacket’s all the way over on the floor. Do you have a con?—”
“No,” I said, kicking off a shoe.
“Where?”
“Definitely not in that drawer.”
