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‘Right you are, mate.’
The cabbie grinned through the partition, the knowledge in his eyes making Tally’s cheeks heat.
What was that about? She never blushed. And she’d started this ball rolling. She wanted this, wanted to feel the heat and the desire consume them both—so why did this feel way outside her comfort zone?
It took less than five minutes to arrive at a boutique hotel wedged between two sky-high office blocks. And only a few more to book a suite. But by the time the door of the palatial room closed behind them, she had failed to get her breath—or her equilibrium—back.
He threaded his fingers through hers to draw her into the bedroom. But as he sat on the large king-size bed and positioned her between his knees, her heartbeat stumbled again, and then galloped. Her clit was so hard and swollen it hurt, but when he cradled her cheeks, she had to grip his shoulders to keep from falling.
‘Why so quiet, Tally? Are you okay with this?’
She found her voice at last. ‘Of course this is what I want. This is what we’re good at.’
His fingers brushed the backs of her knees, then curled around her thighs to pull her against him. She could see the epic tent in his pants. Could feel the clench of her muscles at the thought of that huge cock driving into her again. Driving her towards oblivion. But when she reached for his fly, he clasped her wrist to lift her fingers to his lips. It was something he’d done several times during the evening. Something that she would have considered cheesy once. But not tonight.
Then the raw emotion on his face stopped her cold. ‘Don’t,’ he murmured.
‘Don’t what?’ she asked, stalling for time. Scared that he had already seen too much.
‘Don’t pretend sex is all you want.’
She jerked her hand out of his. ‘Of course it is.’
‘What are you so damn afraid of, Tally? We went past just sex this afternoon.’ His brows lowered. ‘Hell, we went past it last night, even if neither one of us wanted to admit it. But I’m admitting it now.’
‘We’re both on edge. We need to take the edge off,’ she said, desperate to believe that was all it was. That the huge swelling in her chest, the aching pain in her heart was nothing to do with the longing to have more with him and everything to do with the sexual tension, snapping in the air like static electricity after a long night of foreplay.
He reached up to clasp her neck and rested his forehead against her chest. His hands rose to cup her naked bottom, his thumbs riding the cleft of her arse, but the stroke was gentle, exploratory, as if he were scared to take things further. To take more.
He lifted his head finally, and looked into her face. ‘I’m more than willing to fuck you into next week, but it won’t take the edge off. Because you’re not being honest with me. Say you feel it too. Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you walk out on me tonight.’
‘I’m not planning to walk out on you. I’m here, aren’t I?’
‘Yeah, you’re here, but you’re not planning to stay.’
How did he know that? ‘This can’t work, not after tonight.’
‘Why not?’
‘You barely know me.’
‘I know more about you than you think. I know you use sex as a means of keeping guys at a distance. Because I’ve been doing the exact same thing for three years.’ His lips quirked, the spike of humour making her heart stutter again. ‘Well, not with guys, obviously. But you get me.’
‘Please, Brent, I don’t want to talk. I’ve been ready to jump you all evening.’ Her gaze flicked down to his fly. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t feel the same way. Tent poles don’t lie.’
He barked out a laugh, then, gripping her around the waist, picked her up and pitched her onto the bed.
She scrambled up on her elbows, his strength and the ease with which he handled her as arousing as the rest of him. But then he climbed on top of her. Caging her in, his body pressing hers in to the mattress. She took ahold of his shirt and ripped it apart. Buttons popped as she bared him to the waist, took advantage of the hard muscular chest she’d revealed. His pecs bunched as she skimmed her palms down to his waist.
‘Uh-uh!’ Gripping her wrists, he yanked them above her head, manacling them in one hand and anchoring them to the bed.
She struggled against his grip, trying to free herself. He didn’t budge. And suddenly his strength was rather more annoying than arousing. ‘For goodness’ sake, I’m desperate here.’
‘Yeah, I get that.’ His eyes trailed down to her straining cleavage. ‘But there’s gonna be no instant gratification until you talk to me.’
‘You call this instant? We’ve been waiting most of the night. And I don’t want to talk anymore, I want action.’
‘Did someone mess with you, Tally? Is that why you’re so determined to pretend this is only sex?’
