Pretty sure she’s jumping out of her skin almost worse than the first time, although I know better than to point that out.Instead, I follow the urge telling me to step into her space and use my bulk to edge her up against what’s probably a closet. I relinquish my hold on the bottle and plant my hands on the door, boxing her in. “I think you need to come. Quick and hard. That’ll relax you right up.”
“Already tried that.”
My brows lift and my cock gets heavy and thick. “And?”
“I was close, but…”
I lean in and inhale the warm woman scent of her. “Wasn’t enough.”
“Look, Jake, this isn’t what we’re doing.”
“What isn’t?”
“Seduction. It’s not the point.”
“I know that, Kit.”
“Then why are you bothering?”
“If giving you an orgasm helps get you to your goal?—”
“Not to mention yours.” The words are a quick, sarcastic reminder that she’s not usually this hesitant. Kit Esteban’s a boss, with guts for miles and a brain that’s razor sharp. I’ll bet she’s used to doing the pursuing. Yeah. That makes sense. But some instinct keeps telling me she wants this—to be cornered, chased down, taken. Hell, what happened behind the bar just proved me right.
I smirk. “Making you come will definitely get me closer to my goal.”
“This wasn’t the deal.” Her eyes are huge, pupils blown wide. Her chest moves up and down like she’s run a race and that image—her running, me going after her—lodges in my mind like a splinter I can’t get rid of.
“Deals change.” I get closer, hem her in tighter and, in response, her eyes drop to my mouth.
Fuck, she wants it. She wants the dirty, animal sex I picture every time I look at her face, her throat, her ass. She just doesn’t want to want it.
“Why are you doing this?”
I could lie and tell her I’m just a good guy and all I care about is giving her the baby she wants so desperately, but I’ve never been one to take the easy road. Also, I’ve never lied my way into a woman’s pants and don’t plan to start now.
“I’m doing it, Katarina, because when I get in bed now and close my eyes, instead of a good night’s sleep, I toss and turn thinking about how your pretty face must look while you come on my cock. But I got one big problem.”
“Wh-what?” She’s panting, cheeks rosy, her bottom lip shiny right where her tongue just slid.
“I need something to work with.” I move in, run my nose over the soft skin of her cheek, her ear. Is there a rule about touching her with my nose? Didn’t see one. “See, when it comes to you, my imagination’s got nothing on the real thing.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand.”
“Remember when I fucked you?” I whisper, a secret just for us. “That first time, in the hotel?”
After a moment’s hesitation, she nods, barely.
“You felt so damn good, Kit. Better than any…” I’m about to say woman, but the truth slides out instead. “Anything.”
Her exhalation is a harsh sigh that presses her chest almost to mine.
“Figured that was it. One and done, right? But then we did it again, you and I.” I huff out a laugh that’s zero humor and more than a little resentment. “See, you keep giving me that sweet pussy and not letting me see your face and, Christ, Katarina, what am I supposed to do with a challenge like that? Back off? Turn around? Walk away without getting a taste of that holy grail?”
“Oh, come on, you can’t truly?—”
“I can. I do. See, you let me in there and you showed me what I was missing and now I want it all. Every piece of it. I want to see you, hear you, taste you. You ever think about that? My mouth on you? My tongue in that hot little cunt? I have. Over and over again.”
“This…this wasn’t supposed to be that.”
