it.
She daren’t do it.
As if aware of her inner battle, Lucien’s derisive smile widened to a hard and confident grin. “The next time I see you, Nicky, I guarantee you won’t be leaving again until after I’ve taken you in every way you’ve ever fantasized of being taken.”
Nicky’s heart stuttered in her chest. “I thought you said if I walked away again now that I wouldn’t be allowed back in?” she reminded quietly.
Lucien crossed the room with soft and predatory steps, coming to a halt just inches away from her. “I don’t think you are angry this time, Nicky, just scared. Because we both know I could take you across that desk right now if I chose to do so.”
Nicky was again totally unnerved by his close proximity. “You’re very sure of yourself...”
“Am I?” He lifted his hand and ran his fingertips lightly against her cheek.
Nicky wanted to deny it. Wanted to tell Lucien he was wrong about her. Throw his accusations of desire back in his arrogant face.
But she couldn’t do it.
How could she, when even that lightest of caresses against her skin made her melt inside? At the same time as her skin felt so ultra-sensitive, her nipples ached inside her bra, and she could feel her channel swelling, moistening, the folds becoming slick and wet in readiness for—
For what?
For Lucien...
He was right, damn him; Nicky still wanted this man so much her body ached from fighting the desire she now felt just to give in. To let him do as he asked and lay her naked across that black marble desk and just take her. Any way he wanted.
“Then why don’t you just do it and get it over with?” she challenged achingly.
His lips curled into a smile. “Because, no matter what you might think to the contrary, first I want to hear from your own lips that you want me to,” he murmured throatily.
He didn’t know that already?
Was he blind?
Couldn’t Lucien see the longing in her eyes? The flush in her cheeks? The way her body was even now curving instinctively towards his?
Like a cat that wanted to entwine and rub itself sensuously against and all over him. To mark him as hers.
Except Lucien made it perfectly clear he had no intention of ever belonging to any woman. That any relationship between the two of them would only exist for as long as it took him to satisfy his desire for her, her reward being that he would give her that same satisfaction in return.
But could any woman, once branded by this man’s lovemaking, ever quench that desire enough to be able to let him go when the time came?
It was the fear that she wouldn’t be able to let go that held Nicky back from capitulating to this man’s every desire.
She clenched her hands so tightly her fingernails dug into her palms and painfully pierced the skin, succeeding in breaking the sensual spell Lucien’s close proximity had been weaving about her senses.
She even managed to draw in a deep breath and step away from the touch of those lightly-caressing fingers. “I wouldn’t hold your breath if I were you.”
Lucien chuckled softly as Nicky continued to exert that defiance he found so intriguing. A defiance he sincerely hoped she would bring to bed with her. The last thing he ever wanted was to tame this woman; it was her wildness, her defiance that drew him like a moth to a flame. “Don’t worry, Nicky; I can wait.”
“Till hell freezes over?”
“There you go again with those devil connotations.” He continued to smile. “You’ll be back, Nicky.” He sobered. “I guarantee it. And then we can both enjoy burning in those fires of hell together.”
And Lucien truly believed that to be the truth.
Then...
Chapter 4
Nicky stared down at the newspaper spread out in front of her on the breakfast bar in her ‘rabbit-hutch of an apartment’.
It couldn’t be true.
Could it?
The headline of the newspaper article seemed clear enough; Wynter Enterprises now owned Jenkins, Simmons and Simmons.
Coincidence?
Nicky felt a
She daren’t do it.
As if aware of her inner battle, Lucien’s derisive smile widened to a hard and confident grin. “The next time I see you, Nicky, I guarantee you won’t be leaving again until after I’ve taken you in every way you’ve ever fantasized of being taken.”
Nicky’s heart stuttered in her chest. “I thought you said if I walked away again now that I wouldn’t be allowed back in?” she reminded quietly.
Lucien crossed the room with soft and predatory steps, coming to a halt just inches away from her. “I don’t think you are angry this time, Nicky, just scared. Because we both know I could take you across that desk right now if I chose to do so.”
Nicky was again totally unnerved by his close proximity. “You’re very sure of yourself...”
“Am I?” He lifted his hand and ran his fingertips lightly against her cheek.
Nicky wanted to deny it. Wanted to tell Lucien he was wrong about her. Throw his accusations of desire back in his arrogant face.
But she couldn’t do it.
How could she, when even that lightest of caresses against her skin made her melt inside? At the same time as her skin felt so ultra-sensitive, her nipples ached inside her bra, and she could feel her channel swelling, moistening, the folds becoming slick and wet in readiness for—
For what?
For Lucien...
He was right, damn him; Nicky still wanted this man so much her body ached from fighting the desire she now felt just to give in. To let him do as he asked and lay her naked across that black marble desk and just take her. Any way he wanted.
“Then why don’t you just do it and get it over with?” she challenged achingly.
His lips curled into a smile. “Because, no matter what you might think to the contrary, first I want to hear from your own lips that you want me to,” he murmured throatily.
He didn’t know that already?
Was he blind?
Couldn’t Lucien see the longing in her eyes? The flush in her cheeks? The way her body was even now curving instinctively towards his?
Like a cat that wanted to entwine and rub itself sensuously against and all over him. To mark him as hers.
Except Lucien made it perfectly clear he had no intention of ever belonging to any woman. That any relationship between the two of them would only exist for as long as it took him to satisfy his desire for her, her reward being that he would give her that same satisfaction in return.
But could any woman, once branded by this man’s lovemaking, ever quench that desire enough to be able to let him go when the time came?
It was the fear that she wouldn’t be able to let go that held Nicky back from capitulating to this man’s every desire.
She clenched her hands so tightly her fingernails dug into her palms and painfully pierced the skin, succeeding in breaking the sensual spell Lucien’s close proximity had been weaving about her senses.
She even managed to draw in a deep breath and step away from the touch of those lightly-caressing fingers. “I wouldn’t hold your breath if I were you.”
Lucien chuckled softly as Nicky continued to exert that defiance he found so intriguing. A defiance he sincerely hoped she would bring to bed with her. The last thing he ever wanted was to tame this woman; it was her wildness, her defiance that drew him like a moth to a flame. “Don’t worry, Nicky; I can wait.”
“Till hell freezes over?”
“There you go again with those devil connotations.” He continued to smile. “You’ll be back, Nicky.” He sobered. “I guarantee it. And then we can both enjoy burning in those fires of hell together.”
And Lucien truly believed that to be the truth.
Then...
Chapter 4
Nicky stared down at the newspaper spread out in front of her on the breakfast bar in her ‘rabbit-hutch of an apartment’.
It couldn’t be true.
Could it?
The headline of the newspaper article seemed clear enough; Wynter Enterprises now owned Jenkins, Simmons and Simmons.
Coincidence?
Nicky felt a
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