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A breath left him, taut but sensual. As he pulled air back in, he dragged her closer too—half an inch that carried a world of meaning. The new proximity meant she had to tilt her head back to keep gazing at him. It implied deeper surrender…greater trust. Every plane of Franzen’s face conveyed the pleasure he found in that.
Nevertheless, he uttered, “Well then…what do you want me to do?”
“Hmmm.” She cocked her head, attempting to channel mystery and mirth at once. Chita Rivera ala Kiss of the Spiderwoman, maybe even Catherine Zeta-Jones in Chicago. Yes. He’d probably like that one more. “That depends.”
His gaze intensified. “On what?”
“On whether you want me to answer as ‘ma’am’ or ‘kitten’.”
Take that, Catherine Zeta-Jones. For a moment, basking in the new intensity of his stare, she was no longer a dork in borrowed pajamas. She was a temptress in a slinky black dress, garter stockings, and a hot ass. The imagery helped with her shock. Had she really just said that out loud? This wasn’t her—yet he made her feel beautiful enough to believe it.
Especially when his fingers found their way under her shirt, and a rough, low sound emanated from the depths of his chest. “You like ‘kitten’, do you?”
She tightened her own grip. Traced the veins standing out against his muscles. “A hell of a lot better than ‘ma’am’.”
“Hmmm.”
How come his version of that sounded so much sexier than hers? And how come, as he worked his hands to the small of her back and fitted their bodies tighter together, all she could think of was a train picking up speed? One of those modern electrical versions, speeding on polished steel rails, silent but mighty, into the station of her personal space…
“I want you to repeat something for me…kitten.”
She heard the words—as well as the command beneath them. Trouble was, she could barely manage a sigh in response, let alone words. At least it vibrated with meaning, high but heavy, telling him all too clearly what she thought of him slotting his crotch directly into hers…notching the heated length of himself against all the most illicit parts of her…
“Oh,” she was finally able to rasp. “Okay.”
His grip twisted, bordering on admonishment. “Why don’t you try ‘yes, Sir’?”
More shock, as a sultry laugh rolled out. “Like that, do you?”
“I like it a lot,” he murmured. “Especially when you say it.”
“Oh.” For a moment, it was all she could reply to his openly sensual snarl. “All right.” Then only that, as she tried out the rest of the words in her head. The syllables were delicious and salacious, unfurling tingling tendrils through her bloodstream. She accepted the awareness of how vulnerable they’d make her…and yet, how desirable. “Yes. Of course. Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” His praise warmed her hairline. “Very good. You ready, kitten?”
“Yes…Sir.”
“I want you to repeat this so you really know this.”
“I—I understand, Sir.”
“‘I’ll stay away from the windows because it will keep me safe.’”
She didn’t rattle it back right away. For a few seconds, debated if she would. Of all the lines she expected from him, that certainly wasn’t one—and yet, once she considered it, made the most sense. The man clearly enjoyed being a warrior, but only because he was an instinctual protector. Every move he made, nearly every breath he took, was in the name of safeguarding others.
Even if he had to seduce his way to the point.
But maybe, this one time, that was okay.
Better than okay.
It boxed things in. Framed in his force. Made him easier to comprehend, knowing he was using his magnificent form just for the sake of his important point. Hell, it even elevated his erection toward a noble cause. Who was she to deny a warrior his nobility?
“I’ll…I’ll stay away from the windows…” Nobility. Remember nobility. Nope. Impossible. She felt everything except noble as he dropped his hold to her thighs then backed her against the wall. Heat spiraled from every point he touched, sizzling all the way into her toes. “Be-because it will…”
“Come on. You can do it. Now the rest.”
She quivered all over. This time, the shiver starting in the depths of her womb. She wanted him there. Could nearly imagine what it would be like, having his body fill her in those trembling depths. “Are—are you kidding me?”
