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“I guess you’ve read all the books on how sex works, too?” She nodded but didn’t need to. Her blush answered for her. “So, you know what to do and how it feels?”
Her arms crossed over her breasts and tipped her chin up, cocking her head. “Of course. I was raised on a ranch. My mother is a vet. I know all about animal husbandry.”
Another bark of laughter ripped from his chest. Animal husbandry. “Come here.”
“No.” Sasha refused, but fire lit her silver eyes. “Why?”
He slid his chair back and held out his hand. “Come. Do you really want your first kiss to be with a stranger?”
“I didn’t say it was my first kiss.”
“Hmph. You’re too scared to come. Which tells me it will be your first real kiss.”
“Why would you do this? Why?”
“You like to stall when you’re afraid. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you refused to answer my question. But lucky for you, I have another question. Something I want to know more?”
“What do you want to know?”
“How do you taste? How will your lips melt under mine? Will you tremble in my arms?” He arched his brow. “As you should.” He cocked his head and slid his chair back. He wanted plenty of room for her. On his lap. “Or will you be as bold in this as you are in everything else? Surprising me yet again.” He waved his palm up and down in another sharp request. “Now. Come. Here.”
Chapter 4
Wild stallions stampeded in her chest. Charging through her bloodstream, frantic to get a way out. But the only way out was in his arms. Her eyes latched onto his hand. Would she do it? Could she do it? Shit, how the hell would she go through with her plan if she couldn’t kiss him? Her auction included a faceless, shadowy body. She’d never thought of the man himself. Wanting her. But desire raged in Ven’s eyes. His eyes were a solid brown, like the chocolate center of a luscious candy. Until they blazed. Then fire leaped from them like golden embers. Providing enough heat to rekindle the horse stampede.
The long, lean curl of his fingers beckoned. But she couldn’t do it. Could she? Did she want her first proper kiss to be with some stranger? Someone she might not even be attracted to? Her agreement included vetting. She could reject any offers she wished. So, it wouldn’t be with someone completely unappealing. Like bad breath, with hideous drooling, unappealing. And even if it was, it was only one night. But what kind of man would pay a woman to sleep with him? Wouldn’t any handsome, six-pack-abs, wealthy man already have women throwing themselves at his feet? He wouldn’t need to buy a woman or pay for sex, ever.
His fingers curled into a ball. Wait. Was he withdrawing his offer? Her feet jumped to the floor. Dragging her in his direction. Shit, what was she doing? Other than allowing the decision-making part of her brain to run amok. Once it was off the chain, it was like a mustang set free in a pasture. Taking off running all over the place. Enjoying its freedom. Nope, don’t overthink it.
She grabbed his hand and followed its tug as he jerked her onto his lap. Her eyes rode the elevator skyward to meet his gaze. Taking their time to ascend and enjoying every bump and ridge along the way from his rippling abs like the long, lean rolls of a paddock fence, sturdy and unyielding to the wide expanse of his chest. He was so huge; he dwarfed her. Nothing like the pillows she had practiced her kissing on as a teen. Desperate to know what it would feel like to have a man’s arms wrap around her and hold her as close as the heroes in her books.
“Kiss me,” he commanded with his eyes roaming the unexplored territory of her mouth. As if looking for a place to plant his flag and stake his claim.
“I, um…” She pulled her lip into her mouth. “You want me to make the first move?” Her heart beat in protest against its stall.
“If you can’t reach up and kiss me. A man you’re attracted to...”
“…I never said I was attracted to you.”
“A man you’re attracted to. How will you carry out your mission with a stranger?”
Sasha ran her palms over his scalp. The hair on his head prickled with his tight buzz cut under her palms. The sharp spikes were like the needles of desert cacti as she pulled him closer. She could do this. She would do this. An article in one of her fashion mags detailed what to do. Six steps toward the perfect kiss. Step one ‘trace his lips.’ Sasha took a deep breath and leaned forward. Nibbling and nipping at the borders. Licking her tongue across the seam of his. Was he really letting her do this? No objections, even when she bit his lower lip. Twisting her head, she nudged his lips apart and took more of the kiss. Her tongue darted inside. Snuck in when the rest of her body wanted to storm his defenses and claim him. She ran her tongue over the tips of his teeth in a quest for more of his flavor. What was that flavor? Nutty. Thank God she wasn’t allergic. Because even if she was, she’d still suck that flavor down and relish it. He had the undertone of nuts mixed with sin and coffee. But there was something else. Something that was all him.
He groaned into the kiss, and her tongue chased the sound as it retreated down his throat. She wanted more. Would always want more. She was hooked.
Another delicious groan filled her mouth before he pounced out from the shows where he’d waited. His wail shifted from a moan to a roar faster than a lion chasing prey.
It was too much. Sasha shook her head and reared it back. Was he playing some crazy game? Letting her play and roam his lips as if it were safe. Like a Venus flytrap attracting her with his spicy nut butter flavor and then whoosh, slamming the trap shut. His hands, the same ones that had deftly beckoned. Curled into her scalp. Holding the back of her head like a lion, bringing home its meal. There was no pulling back and no escape. He pursued her as she raced back into her mouth. Her tongue retreating from his even though her head couldn’t. But he rushed in and sucked her tongue back into his. There had to be some kind of drug involved. Nothing else made sense. How could he hold her captive, and she wasn’t even afraid? How was he shooting lightning from her mouth down her spine and back? Until the sensation burst into a firework symphony of colors and sounds.
He growled something. She couldn’t make out what it was over the buzzing. She was dizzy. Weightless with wonder, as if he had picked her up, spun her around. His tongue surged along hers, taking and claiming. When had he seized control of the kiss? And Lord, why hadn’t she let him do it from the beginning? This was a kiss. The kiss her romance books promised. The fashion magazine was wrong. It wasn’t about her quick sips but his great gulps. Her mind spun while her senses danced. Oh God, this was life. At long last, life. His hands gripped her hips, turning her sideways slouch into a straddle. A wild stallion under her saddle. His hot girth bucked against the quickly dampening heat of her yoga pants. Thank God for yoga pants. And why now? Why did she finally taste everything wicked and wild she’d ever dreamed of?
She groaned against his tongue. Yes. Yes. Wait, did she say yes? Yes, to what? Everything. Anything.
Ven retreated at her plea, evading her chasing lips. Panting his hot demand against her face. “Tell. Me. Why. Fucking tell me why? Why the hell would you do this? Why?”
His why echoed her own. His demand made her question her own resolve. Shit, she almost forgot. But no. No. Hell no. She couldn’t. No. She shook her head, refusing until he clasped her face between the enormous paws of his hands, a lion clutching a mouse. Denying her attempt to pull back. His eyes glittered with more golden flares. Until his shoulders slumped, and he dropped his forehead onto hers. Sighing. “Please, I have to know why.”
She leaned into the forehead, nudging hers. And closed her eyes. Letting the darkness swallow her. Entering her confessional and closing the door with her lashes.
