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‘When I had to talk business for two hours to stop myself jumping you on a barstool.’
‘How intriguing. I had no idea you were thinking about sex while discussing how to grow business opportunities in a hostile investment environment.’ She purred the words like a phone-sex operator. ‘You sounded very informative.’
‘It’s called multitasking.’ He reached up to find the zip on her dress, yanked it down with a sibilant hum. ‘The whole time I was imagining you naked.’
She gave a husky laugh as the bodice drooped to reveal the scarlet lace of her bra.
‘Well, maybe it’s time you stopped imagining.’
She stood back to wiggle out of the silky shift. It pooled around her feet as his gaze devoured the sight of firm, full breasts, the delicious curve of waist and hip and those mile-long legs, her nakedness barely covered by the skimpy swatches of lace.
Lust seared through his system as the last of the blood left his brain.
‘Hell, you’re like a Victoria’s Secret catalogue come to life.’
‘A man who reads lingerie catalogues.’ She laughed. ‘You may be my perfect date.’
He dragged her close, let his palms skim over lush flesh and struggled not to hold her too tightly. He wanted to be inside her, right this second. But more than that, he wanted to make this good, better even than their first time. He wanted to savour her, to seduce her, to make her beg, the way she’d once made him beg.
‘I hate to ruin my perfect-date status. But not a lot of reading went on. That catalogue’s the equivalent of Playboy when you’re a twelve-year-old boy,’ he whispered against her neck and felt the shudder of response. ‘But Victoria and her secrets are dead to me now I have the real thing in my hands.’ He unhooked the lacy bra, threw it away, and cupped the heaving flesh in rough palms. She let out a slow moan as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and watched them stiffen.
He fastened his mouth on one engorged tip, made it swell and elongate beneath his tongue, revelling in the choked whimpers of her surrender.
Her fingers fisted in his hair and she jerked his head back. ‘I want you naked too, Carter.’
He grinned at the eagerness, all traces of subtlety, of subterfuge, of teasing gone. But he didn’t plan to make it that easy—not for him, and certainly not for her—despite the fact that the pounding in his pants was now painful. ‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘Take the panties off.’
A tiny crease crossed her brow and her chin firmed. ‘I don’t take orders,’ she announced, the act of defiance somewhat undermined by the heaving breasts and the erect nipples, glistening from his attention.
‘Take them off, or I rip them off.’ He let his gaze drift to the delicate red lace. ‘Your call, but they look pricey.’
Her eyes narrowed, but then she laughed. ‘You want them off, you take them off. Knickers aren’t that easy to rip...’ she began.
He twisted the delicate lace in his fist and tore. ‘You were saying?’ he murmured as he flung away the tattered remains of her pricey underwear.
Her eyes went round, but he caught the flash of shocked arousal lurking in the deep green depths.
That’s right, sugar. I’m the one on top now.
‘Those were worth fifty dollars,’ she gasped in a breathy whisper that sounded more surprised than outraged.
‘Not any more, they’re not.’ He curled a hand round her waist, yanked her back.
Her palms flattened on the front of his shirt, and he saw the spark of excitement, a split second before she gripped his collar—and ripped.
‘Two can play at that game, big boy,’ she purred as the sound of tearing cotton, buttons popping, filled the air.
But when she let go of the torn fabric to touch his bare skin, he grasped both her wrists, swung her round, banded his arms around her midriff, and held her captive. ‘But only one of us can win.’
‘What the...?’ She struggled as he brought her flush against him and her naked buttocks nestled against the stiff ridge in his pants.
‘No touching,’ he commanded, nipping her ear lobe. ‘Until I say so, sugar. I’m in charge this time.’
And he didn’t intend to relinquish control. Until they’d both been burned to a crisp.
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What the heck?
