“So you are admitting I’m your prisoner.”
The wry look on his face was one I wanted to smack off him, but every time I looked at him, I was reminded that he was right about the way my body responded to him.
“You are my guest, but you’re not going anywhere.”
“You’re the most insufferable man I’ve ever met. I could do you significant harm. Your business. Your personal life. Not to mention I could send you to prison. For life.”
Now he was simply amused with me. “You won’t deny me, sweet angel.”
“Why is that?”
He took another sip of his drink and when he did, I involuntarily dragged the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip. I watched closely as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. Even that was sexy as hell. My God. What in the hell was I doing?
“Because you crave the same thing as I do, unable to deny a hunger that fueled the darkness when I was gone. Don’t try and deny what we share is very special.”
Just his words left me breathless. Damn the man. “And very toxic.”
Using two fingers, he deftly unfastened the buttons on his shirt, peeling away the material to expose the swell between my breasts. The inner voice was telling me to stop him, but doing so seemed futile.
Even seated and wearing casual clothes the man was intimidating as hell, but he also oozed sexual energy that had already created a wave of prickles dancing down both arms. As I’d done before, my mind wanted to ignore him, to push him away, but the attraction and deep desire that had kept me from falling asleep was even stronger.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I managed, how I wasn’t certain.
“What exactly are we doing?” He placed his drink on the small table next to him, using a single finger to lift my chin.
“Pure sin.” I brushed my hand down his chest, kneading his chest wall through his shirt. The tingles in my fingers escaped logic.
“Yes, I agree, but I also feel the way your body quivers every time I touch you, the way your mouth curves when knowing I’m about to kiss you.”
I found myself lowering my head as if in anticipation.
“And there is nothing better than the sound of your moans of ecstasy when I drive my cock deep inside.”
Cupping the side of his face, I indulged in rubbing my fingers across his stubble. “Does that mean you’re going to kiss me?”
He took a deep breath, exhaling in a slow and deliberate way. “It means, my sweet angel, that I’m going to devour you.” With that, he captured my mouth.
His kiss was surprisingly tender, his lips lightly touching mine. But when I pressed into him, shifting closer, everything between us ignited.
His fingers tangled in my hair as he tilted his head so he could claim my mouth. They were deep, hungry kisses, undeniable in the wash of longing. He tasted of bourbon and desire and the heat rushing between us became even more explosive.
He slid one hand under the crisp linen, rolling the shirt off my shoulder.
Each kiss became more intense, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before even thrusting his tongue inside. Once he did, I was as lost in him as I was the moment. Every touch brought a gasp from my lips.
As I felt the other side of the shirt falling away, I lowered both arms down, allowing gravity to slide the material to my wrists. With a single jerk of his hand, he tore it away, leaving me feeling completely exposed. The need only increased. There was too much space between us.
I shifted back and forth, and his hardness brought another series of ragged whimpers, which he devoured instantly.
The way he dominated my tongue was more ruthless, expressing the furious chemistry we shared. The intoxicating scent infusing my senses was all him, masculine and powerful. With a singlekiss, I was drunk with need, my pussy throbbing as wetness trickled between my thighs.
He finally broke the kiss but not the hold, his mouth lingering close as he pressed my forehead to his. The subtlety of the moment was different than before and completely unexpected.
Yet when he lifted his head, he left no doubt as to what he was feeling. The darkening color of his eyes and the way he was staring at me was possessive, as if he was studying a wild animal in hopes of caging her.
For a little while longer, that’s what he intended, and the thought alone brought additional tremors instead of anger or fear.
With his eyes locked on mine, he pulled me onto my knees, slumping even further down on the chair. I wasn’t expecting his grip on my hips or the force he used in jutting me forward.
