How the hell could she read him so well? “I have nothing to prove,” he lied.
She laughed. “You’re pissed because you couldn’t make me come. Get over it, better men have tried.”
“Why would I care? I did. That’s all that matters, right?”
“Then why are we wasting time discussing the issue?”
She was right. He had something to prove. The epiphany might not have been so profound had it not occurred to him in the middle of his entire life being turned inside out.
The bottom line was, he needed to get past this. And there was only one way to do it.
Before good sense could kick in, he reached down and hiked up the hem of her skirt. Hoisted her up against his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist. Need rushed through him, making his heart pound, making his breath ragged. “I’ve wanted to do this again since the first time you crossed your legs in that interview room.”
“Then why don’t you shut up and do it. For the good it’ll do you.”
He kissed her hard. “Oh, you’ll feel me.” His fingers jerked at his fly. He rammed into her. Her body tensed. Oh yeah. She felt that. He thrust deeper.
Desire erupted inside him. He resisted. He would not come before her. By God, not this time.
Harder, deeper, faster. He ground his pelvis into hers. Her breath caught. “Felt that, didn’t you?”
“Felt what?” She looked straight into his eyes and smiled. “Give it up, Tanner. You’re going to fail. As difficult as that concept is for you to comprehend, there’s a first time for everything.”
“Come, damn you,” he growled, pumping harder, deeper.
She made a sound, not quite a whimper. “Not going ... to happen,” she stammered.
Her halting words urged him on. “Oh, yeah, you’re going to come this time.”
“Dream on.” She gasped.
He watched her face. That cold mask had slipped just a little, revealing the struggle her mind fought with her body. He was winning.
He reached between them and massaged that sweet spot. She squirmed in his arms. His mouth closed over hers and he kissed her long and deep, sucked on her lips, all the while keeping up the rhythmic pumping, the rubbing of that hot button.
She tried to push him away. “Damn you!”
He didn’t let up. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. He slowed down the pace, wanted her to enjoy the charge of sensations.
“Noooo!” She pounded his back. “Faster.”
He flexed his hips. Gave her what she wanted.
She came with the same fervor that she did everything else. The scream muffled between their kisses sent him over the edge. The release left him weak in the knees and suffering from a vulnerability he had never before experienced.
What the hell was wrong with him?
She trembled as she pushed at his chest, lowered her feet to the floor, and shoved her skirt back down.
He tugged at his own clothes, the air raging in and out of his lungs, his pulse pounding as if he’d run ten miles.
When he looked up, she would not meet his gaze.
The ice bitch had thawed.
He looked away ... couldn’t bear to see the result.
The elevator car jerked into motion.
