Page 35 of Adam’s Obsession

“He is.”

“No man is totally self-confident. Guys always wonder. Guysalways worry. Especially if it’s a woman we desperately want.”

“He doesn’t desperately want me.”

“Because he didn’t throw himself at you on the dance floor?Did he at least cop a feel?”

She blushed from the bottom up. “Yes.” He had. The feel ofhim gently squeezing her ass had been delightful. She’d wanted it to go onforever.

“Why would a man who had no interest in you cop a feel?”

“Curiosity?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Right. Let’s face it, Kat, you’reterminally insecure. You need a man who can make you feel like a woman.”

She caught her breath at the shift in his tone. He’d gonefrom petulant and preachy to sexy and seductive. As disappointed as she was atthe way the evening had turned out, she was horny. And if there was one thingSavage could do for her, it was scratch that particular itch.

“Are you that man?”

His chuckle had a dark thread. “Damn straight, I’m thatman.”

Katherine shuddered. Those words in that tone…Savage hadsounded just like Adam.

“Let me ask you this, Kat. What would you do if he staredyou in the eye and said he wanted you?”

“He wouldn’t say that.”

“Play along, sweetheart. Imagine you’re standing there,face-to-face with this guy and he says, ‘Kat, I want to fuck you.’ What do youdo?”

She snorted a laugh. “After I faint?”

“Yeah.”

She thought about it for a moment. Thought about what shewanted, what she would do if she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Adamwanted her. She shivered.

Her response came in a whisper. It was all she could manage.“Anything. Anything he asked.”

“God.” She heard his harsh exhalation of breath, theguttural groan rippling over the connection. “Kat. There’s something I need youto do.” His voice was low, hard. A certain intense timbre vibrated from him toher.

“Yes?” A pulse surged between her legs. Anticipationsizzled. Finally. Finally he was going to drop all that nonsense about Adam andget down to making her come.

“First, what are you wearing?”

It was all Katherine could do to hold back her laugh. “Notthat again.”

“Seriously. I want an answer.”

She shrugged. “A cocktail dress. Black. With heels.”

“Put on your teddy,” he commanded and she complied.

She slipped off her dress and bra, dropping both on thefloor, and pulled her satin teddy from her suitcase. It felt cool slipping overher skin. It caught on her hard nipples, making them grow fatter. She moaned asshe rubbed them, just a little, to enhance the mood.

“Mmm. It feels good.”

“Are you wearing the teddy?”

“Yes.”