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But asking him to do it? She would die.
“No.”
Blake glanced away. “Okay.”
What?
This man was making her head spin. He was confusing her so much. With every bone in her body, she knew Blake Dufort was going to push her outside her comfort zone.
“What do you mean, ‘okay’?” she asked. “Then can I assume you’re taking me home?”
“No,” he answered and kept staring ahead.
What the hell.
“Blake,” she snapped.
His eyes dropped to hers. “Yes, Bella.”
This man. He was infuriating. His control was... ugh...incredibly sexy.
“I...you should either kiss me or take me home.” She spat out and then squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to take back the words and yet, at the same time, she meant them.
“Then ask me to kiss you,” he said, without a hint of humor.
No way.
Not ever.
She would never ask a man to kiss her. If he wanted to kiss her, he should be a man and take it.
She hated this game.
“Why don’t you just kiss me?” she demanded, almost childishly.
Blake turned to face her and ran a finger down her face. “That’s not how tonight is going to go, Bella. You will ask me to kiss you, to touch you. That’s how good girls get what they want.”
Arousal plowed through her.
Bella wanted to scream at him, but that’s not what happened. Instead, as the scorching fire burned within her, something clicked into place. She fought to not climb on his lap and beg, but the need to please him, to show Blake she was worthy of his praise, overtook her.
“Kiss me, please. Damn you,” she cried and seconds later Blake crushed her to his chest, his mouth claiming hers.
Every single one of her brain cells ceased working as she gripped his big shoulders and held on for dear life.
––––––––
THE WALK FROM THE CARto his bedroom felt like it was a mile. The taste of Bella on his lips, the feel of her small hand in his, were the only things keeping him from pushing her against the closest wall and ripping off her panties.
That wasn’t his style.
Usually.
But he’d been hard for hours over this woman, and he had to watch his control didn’t slip.
Releasing her hand, Blake took their coats and tossed them over the large Fendi armchair in the corner of his room.
Bella looked small in his large master suite. He watched her glance around the room, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip as he removed his cuff links and dropped them on the chest of drawers.
