She responded instantly, her lips moving beneath his, opening. His sweet tyro was learning. When his tongue slid into her mouth, she sucked.Ah, fuck.His ballocks drew tighter. She was so hot and wet, and he could not keep himself from thinking what it would be like to have her mouth on his cock—to know that slick, demanding heat, to slide past those lush lips and down her throat.
He rewarded her by nipping her lower lip.By God, she was more delicious than the finest confection. Decker kissed the corners of her mouth, the delectable Cupid’s bow. His fingers slipped into her hair, and if he was plucking pins faster than a Whitechapel pickpocket relieved his victims of their coin, it could hardly be helped. He was insatiable where Lady Jo Danvers was concerned. He wanted to thieve everything she had, all of her.
He never wanted to let her go. He wanted to keep her with him, all the time. In his bed. In his house, which had never seemed so empty until the hours following her visit…
What the hell?
He wouldhaveto let her go, he reminded himself as he kissed her harder, punishing her with his lips, claiming her as his. He would have to let her go sooner than he wanted.
It was the midst of the damned day, he reminded himself. There were witnesses.
Macfie, for instance.
As if on cue, the undeniable sound of the massive Scotsman’s knuckles abusing the closed door split the moment in two. Jo pushed away from him, and Decker allowed her to go. Her eyes were wide, wild, her hair in disarray, her mouth swollen and glistening. Anyone would take a look at her and know exactly what had passed between them.
Damn.
“Mr. Decker, Mr. Levi Storm has arrived for his meeting with ye, one quarter hour early,” Macfie called.
“Damnation,” Decker muttered, raking his fingers through his hair. Of all the times for a business associate to be early…
“I… I must go,” Jo said lamely, her eyes still wide, her pupils huge obsidian discs in her honey-brown gaze.
“I will be finished here shortly,” he called to Macfie, his eyes never leaving Jo’s. To her alone, quietly, he continued. “This is not finished between us, Josie.”
“Why are you calling me Josie?” she whispered.
“Because it suits you, and I like it.”
He did not know where the diminutive of her name had emerged from earlier, but having spoken it once, he could not deny how right it felt on his tongue. The idea of having another name for her that was his alone appealed. He would fret over that perplexing development later.
Her fingers were flying over her coiffure, assessing the damage. “Oh, heavens. This is dreadful.”
“Allow me,” he said, spinning her around without awaiting her response.
Mr. Levi Storm was a hideously wealthy, brilliant American businessman and inventor whose forays into electricity held incredible promise. He was not a man one kept waiting.Bloody hell, who did Decker think he was fooling? The real reason for hurrying Jo from his office was to save her reputation—and innocence—from a hasty deflowering. The first time he took her, he wanted it to be private, in a bed. He wanted to have all damned night long. No interruptions.
How the hell he was going to manage such a feat when thus far, he had only managed to steal her for too-brief chunks of time, was a puzzle he had yet to decipher.
Decker managed to right her coiffure. At least to a passable state. When he had finished, he could not keep himself from settling his hands back on her waist and leaning into her. The crush of her skirts against his trousers taunted his aching cock. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply, and then he kissed her ear, the side of her neck.
“I will send a note to you,” he muttered against her skin, before sucking.
She was so silken, so divine. Even her throat drove him to the edge of control. It was soft and creamy, smooth as velvet. He did not want to let her go.
But he had to.
Reluctantly, he released her.
She spun around, her expression as dazed as he felt. “I will await your note, but do not think I have forgotten, Decker. This conversation will continue.”
Of course she had not forgotten. And of course she wanted to further discuss it. Quite like a female, her persistence, her desire to find the best in him when he knew damn well there was none. Somehow, he found it adorable in this particular woman rather than an irritant.
“There is nothing to continue,” he said.
“Oh, yes there is,” she returned.
He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms and carry her away.
