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I wanted him suddenly and very, very badly.
And he must have seen it, because his gaze became very focused. ‘You like that idea, don’t you?’ His voice dropped almost an entire octave.
‘Yes.’ Very purposefully, I put my hands over his where they rested on the armrests of my seat, his skin searing my palms. ‘I do.’
‘That’s very bloodthirsty.’
‘You have a problem with a woman being bloodthirsty?’
‘Fuck, no. But fair warning, pretty thing. It turns me on.’
I shivered. I shouldn’t goad him and yet I couldn’t stop. ‘I don’t mind if you’re turned on.’
The expression on his face got taut. ‘You might. Because if you keep touching me like that, we’re having sex. Understand?’
Oh, I understood. I was very clear. And the more I stared into his eyes, the more I wanted him and the less my doubts about it seemed to matter.
I couldn’t even remember why I hadn’t wanted to have sex with him again in the first place. It was only sex. Not a big deal.
‘That’s going to be difficult in Dubai,’ I said huskily. ‘I mean, presumably couples who are serious have to touch each other. And it’ll look weird if we don’t.’
The look in his eyes became scorching. ‘You want to get in some practice, then?’
If I thought about this too long I’d get cold feet.
I needed to stop thinking.
I leaned forward, running my hands up his strong forearms, trailing my fingers over hot skin and powerful muscle.
And kissed him. Hard.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ash
ELLIE’S MOUTH WAS HOT, her delicate touch against my bare skin making my breath catch.
I shouldn’t have responded. I should have pulled away, especially given what she’d just told me about the prick who’d touched her, who’d hurt her no matter how she’d downplayed it.
Because I was just another prick who would hurt her.
Because that was what I did. I hurt people.
But I couldn’t have pulled away from her in that moment if my life had depended on it.
I’d warned her, though. I’d warned her that if she was going to touch me like this, we’d be having sex. And I was a man of my word.
Despite numerous invitations, I’d never had sex in the company jet—I preferred to keep the line between my company and my pleasure very separate.
Today, I didn’t give a shit about that line.
Her tongue was tentatively exploring me, her nails beginning to dig into my biceps. She tasted so sweet, strawberries on a summer day, and the heat of her body was temptation incarnate.
She was wearing shorts today, instead of her uniform. Just a simple pair of blue denim shorts, with a green T-shirt. Nothing spectacular.
Yet I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her.
I’d had to busy myself with a whole lot of business just to stop myself from gaping at her like a love-struck teenager. I’d thought I’d had myself well in hand. But when she’d started talking about her family’s company, about the situation with the harassment and some motherfucker who thought he could touch her; about how her father had paid that prick off instead of supporting his daughter...
