B005EMAYWS EBOK by Lorraine Kennedy

shirt.
    Summer’s gaze inadvertently went to his bare chest. She’d never seen him without a shirt before.
    Just then the doorbell rang again, and Summer went to answer it. She saw Anton through the peephole and realized that she had lost track of the time. Opening the door, she stood aside so he could enter.
    When Warren came out of the kitchen, Anton glared at the professor. His eyes went to Summer, and for the first time that she could remember, she saw real anger in them.
    Flustered, Summer spoke up before he could say anything. “Warren and I had some business to talk about. He spilled soda on his clothes.”
    Anton arched one brow. “ Since when do two people have to be half naked to discuss business?” he asked cynically, his gaze roving over her.
    Summer blushed when she remembered how sparsely clad she was, but her embarrassment was quickly replaced with a flood of anger. What on earth made him think that she had to explain anything to him? She hadn’t yet agreed to any marriage, to whoever this Vilka was. Anton had rejected her, so what did he care.
    “Well a girl does have a private life you know.”
    Warren was putting his shirt and jacket back on. “I was just leaving,” he told them.
    Anton nodded to the other man, but Summer could see unmasked hostility in his eyes.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Summer told Saunders.
    When Warren had gone, Anton narrowed his eyes at her. “What’s the meaning of this Summer?”
    “It’s nothing Anton. You’re really making a big deal out of nothing,” Summer told him, suddenly very aware of his nearness, and the fact that they were alone.
    Her hardening nipples strained against the thin silk of her robe, and she didn’t miss the way his eyes kept straying to her breasts.
    “It’s nothing is it?” Anton’s voice was dangerously low. “Did you take him to your bed Summer?”
    Summer felt her anger simmering. “Anton, I am no longer a child, and if I want a lover, it’s my business.”
    His eyes began to glow with an inner rage. “I will tear him to pieces,” he growled.
    “All for my nameless fiancé and the honor of my family” she asked, hotly.
    Anton had her backed up against the door. He was so close that she could feel his body heat through her robe.
    “Don’t get sassy with me girl,” he told her in a low - dangerous voice. Anton leaned closer - his eyes boring a hole right through her.
    “Admit it Anton. You are angry because you want it to be you in my bed,’ she said in a saucy voice.
    “You’re a tease,’ he told her through clenched teeth.
    Summer smiled. “Yes I am.” Getting on her tiptoes she flicked her tongue sensuously along his lips.
    Again she heard him growl and before she knew it, he had covered her mouth with his. Anton’s kiss was hungry and demanding. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hand reached down to pull her robe apart and seek out her breast. The heat of his touch against her bare skin was enough to make her melt, and she moaned with pleasure. Summer wrapped both of her arms around his neck.
    He moved his lips from her mouth to her ear. “Do you want me to use you to satisfy my needs? Is that what you want?” he whispered. His large hands were slowly caressing her skin, moving down to the wet heat between her legs.
    Summer knew he wanted her to understand it would be just physical, and truthfully - at the moment she didn’t really care. Instead of playing his game, she turned it around on him.
    “Do you want to take me to bed Anton?”
    She could see that he did. The heat in his gaze could have melted Antarctica.
    Moaning, he closed his eyes. “You have no idea.”
    “Then come with me to my bedroom,” she urged.
    With a deep sigh, he pulled away and closed up her robe. “We can’t. You deserve better than someone just using your body to satisfy their needs. You deserve for someone to make love to you.”
    “Is that what it would be?” she asked, stung by what his words insinuated.
    Anton