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“You aren’t curious to know who it is?”
I stop at the closed gate through which we entered.
“I didn’t think it was my place to ask.” I glance up at him, and he’s standing in the sunlight, so I have to squint. And I can’t see the look on his face.
“Let me make it clear to you, then,” he responds in a strangely dark voice. And before I can respond, he has captured my wrist and steps a fraction closer, trapping me between the wall and his lean, powerful body.
“What are you—” is all I get out while I watch, stunned, as his head descends on mine, pinning me to the wall.
Just before our mouths meet, he utters in a harsh whisper., “Madeline.”
The hand holding my wrist pushes it against the wall, and as his mouth crushes against mine, I feel his other hand gently grasp my throat, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there.
I can’t think, feel, smell, taste or see anything else but him. My heart is trying to club its way out of my chest. I haven’t felt this kind of excitement near a man since—well—ever.
Heat rushes through me, flooding every cell of my body, making me feel dizzy and drugged as his lips crush against mine.
Chapter 6
Basic and Primal
Fire ignites inside of me, steaming and writhing like lava inside a volcano. As Kohl’s mouth moves against mine, the pressure inside me—everywhere inside me—intensifies exponentially.
And suddenly I’m aching, throbbing, with the need for more.
His mouth greedily takes from me with confidence and without hesitation. There is no gentle asking for permission. Evan Kohl is here to conquer—veni, vidi, vici—and that’s exactly what he’s doing. All too quickly.
Oh, God. More quickly than I ever could have imagined. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, a silent command to open for him, and in spite of myself, I don’t hesitate.
Threading his hand through my hair, he deepens the kiss, pulling me tighter against him. I go willingly, too intoxicated by him to pull away. Heat rushes through me, zinging through my veins like lightning. I expel a small whimper, unable to get enough. Every sweep of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, sends my heart racing into overdrive.
With my back still pressed against the smooth garden wall, his hand drifts down to my waist, over my hip, cupping the globe of my ass possessively.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is insane. I’ve only just met this guy—and I detest him, right? But I don’t seem to care. Right now, there is only him and me and this crazy, breathless moment.
I’ve never felt this before—this intoxicating reaction. I’ve been kissed, sure—I’ve even been in a long-term relationship before. But this is something else.
In spite of these doubts running through my mind, my hands grip the lapels of his suit jacket. I pull him a fraction closer, and his hands on me tighten reflexively. This thing between us is electric, rushing through me like a drug. I want more—everywhere. I want to feel the heat of his bare skin against mine, our sticky, sweaty bodies pressed together. I want his lips on me everywhere, his tongue tasting every inch of me.
He lets loose a quiet groan. “God, Madeline. Give yourself to me.” His breath whispers across my lips as he presses his erection against my hip. “Feel how hard you make me. How much I want to fuck you.”
His words trickle over me, and I slowly come out of my daze.
Sex. That is all this is to him.
Of course, what do I expect from a man who hires his girlfriends?
I pull away—as much as I can in this small space between his hard body and the cold wall. His hands fall to his sides. We’re both out of breath, huffing for air as if we’d just finished a marathon.
I swallow and glance up into his eyes. What I see is my own hunger reflected back at me. “Why are you here? What do you want from me?” I ask in a voice that is shamefully breathless.
I’m genuinely confused. Evan Kohl is rich, successful and so damn hot it hurts. He can have any woman he wants. But he’s here with me—kissing me, telling me how much he wants me.
Head tilting down, he places his hands on the wall behind me, on either side of my head—effectively trapping me where I stand. He appears to be choosing his words. When he meets my gaze again and speaks, his voice is a low, sexy growl. “I want to fuck you, Madeline. Two bodies coming together in the most basic and primal way. In every imaginable way.”
A shiver of awareness skips down my spine, but I work hard to suppress it. Kohl has a raw, masculine magnetism that could ensnare any female with a pulse—but I can’t allow myself to succumb to it. I know from past experience that when I fall for a guy, I fall hard—and Kohl doesn’t seem like the type to catch me before I hit rock bottom.
“There were a dozen gorgeous women lined up at that hotel, eager to jump your bones. Why me?”
