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Yes and yes, at least to the wanting and the soaked panties. He wanted her. The relentless bulge in his pants testified to that as he swiveled in his chair. And she wanted him, as proven by the complete saturation of her barely-qualified-as panties.
In the war between her head and her emotions, her libido won. At least she knew where she stood there.
His ravenous gaze roamed over her as if he were starving and she were the only sustenance left on earth. “What the hell are you wearing?” he grated.
“I do believe they’re called clothes.”
She flicked open the clasp to her bra and let the cups fall away. Air swept over her feverish skin and pebbled her nipples into tight buds. His eyes darkened until his pupils blended with his irises, further proof of his desire.
“Do you want me?”
“You fucking know I do.”
His belligerent answer only aroused her more. Her fingertips traced her areolas until his breathing quickened, becoming audible in the tense silence.
“I may have failed to make something clear,” she murmured. “While you’re sleeping with me, I’m it for you.”
She leaned down, one hand still cupping her breast as her other hand encircled his rigid length through his trousers. “I’m not asking what happened tonight. I don’t want to know why you smell as if you rolled around in some,” she gritted her teeth, “woman’s sheets. You want me to, I can see it all over your face. You want me to fight you every step of the way so it’s easier for you to walk.”
“You’re so sure you’ve got me all figured out.” His voice was little more than a growl.
“No, I’m telling you how it’s going to be. The line’s in the sand.”
He stared at her, his face strained. He didn’t make promises or apologize. The carnality of his expr
ession said it all. Want to know how much I want you? You’re about to find out.
He yanked her closer, his hand wrapping around hers on her breast to bring it to his mouth. She gasped at the first strong pull of his tongue and teeth. To gain her balance, she propped her knee on the chair, opening herself for his hand to dive between her legs and rip aside her panties. She stiffened, expecting him to push his fingers inside her. At the moment, she welcomed the intrusion. But his thumb was gentle against her throbbing clit, swirling through her moisture and dipping into her opening to coax out more. When she wavered, he released her breast and reclaimed her hip, steadying her while his gaze traveled from her face to her cleavage and back again.
This wasn’t going at all like she’d planned. She’d set out to seduce him. She’d banked on his release splashing her tongue, not hers coating his palm as he thrust two fingers deep and sent her spiraling into a hard orgasm.
Too quick, too overwhelming. She wasn’t prepared. Couldn’t breathe. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, so loud only his harsh pants cut through the din as he drove her back, forcing her toward the loveseat.
She shook with needing him and didn’t care what that made her. A fool. A desperate woman borrowing her own heartbreak. Even one who deserved it. She ached to be joined with him, even if it was just for this one last time.
No. Why did she think that? This wasn’t the end. Not yet.
God, please not yet.
She thought he’d shove her down, spread her legs and thrust inside her. But he didn’t shove her down. Instead he let her go. Surprised, she flopped on the loveseat, her gaze rocketing upward as he backed up and turned away.
“We’re not doing this,” he said in that same cut-glass voice, causing her to shake for a new reason altogether.
She hated that he had such a hold on her emotions but she didn’t know how to cut the cord. Didn’t want to. He made her feel so alive. Even destructive emotions were more than she’d felt for a man for too long. And love wasn’t wrong. She wouldn’t believe that, no matter what he said or did.
Loving him was right. If he misused that love, didn’t value it for the gift it was, she still wasn’t wrong for feeling the way she did. Dear God, why had it taken her so long to realize that?
“Why?” she asked when she trusted herself to speak.
He didn’t answer for so long she reached out to grip the armrest.
“I’m not the man you think I am, Kelly. I’m not misunderstood. I’m not in need of saving. Or loving. Or whatever the hell it is you think you can do to make me more than I am.” He turned but he didn’t look at her. Suddenly the wall above her head took all his attention. “I played along, because you entertained me. You’re a fun girl. Sexy as hell and inventive and—”
“You goddamned bastard, this isn’t just about sex. You said it yourself.” Anger and fear steamrolled the last of her restraint as she jumped to her feet. “Don’t you stand there and pretend it is, because I know you’re lying.”
“For three years, we’ve had a work relationship. For a little over a week, you’ve been in my bed. You’d be wise not to see things that aren’t there. Free advice, kid.” His mouth twisted into a semblance of a smile. “Unless you get it on the dotted line, it doesn’t count. And what a man says when he wants into your pants means nothing. Less than.”
“What happened?” she asked in the coldest voice she could manufacture. Hard to sound cold when her skin burned as hot as the fury building inside her, but she did her best. “When you left me earlier, you weren’t spouting platitudes about what we are or aren’t. You were just happy to be with me. Not that you’d admit it, oh no, but I can read you now.”
