doing, deciding this between the two of you? Did you believe I’d let you decide what to do with me, with my life? I’m not chattel to be ordered around, I’m not a prize for you or Jake to win.”
“I never said that. And you know it’s not what either of us thinks.” Hunter stood up, reminding her of a lion rising to its feet.
Angela swallowed hard.
She’d forgotten how damned sexy he could be when he put his mind to it.
His eyes flared with a mixture of anger and sensual need.
“We want what’s best for you. Jake cares for you, and so do I.” He moved around to stand in front, trapping her against the desk. “We weren’t insulting you. We were worshipping you.”
The word shocked her into silence.
Worshipping?
Hunter licked his thumb before drawing it along her lower lip slowly, sensually, smearing her crimson lipstick with his moisture. “You know we both love you, adore you. What we did wasn’t for us. It was for you. We wanted you to recover from your breakup without interference, clear your vision without either of us clogging up your mind. And I see you have.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “And I’d like to be the first to begin my devotions.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a shock along her spine.
“Wait.” She gasped, aware she’d lost control of this conversation, this supposed confrontation. “Jake said you were supposed to be meeting to cut cards or something, some way of deciding who would ask me out first.”
Hunter paused from nuzzling her neck. “Yes. Except now that you know, it makes that part of our agreement moot as far as I’m concerned.”
“But Jake—” She fought not to shiver as his fingers moved along her bare skin, the tingling spiraling through her entire body. “It’s not fair.”
“You’ve forgotten I love to cheat,” Hunter murmured as he moved in on her. “I play to win.”
His arms went around her and pulled her closer, one hand tangling in her hair as he plundered her mouth with a ferocity she’d forgotten. His left knee nudged her legs apart as he slid against her, hips bucking.
This was the sequel to the kiss he’d stolen from her so long ago in her mother’s kitchen.
But it was different, oh so different from that interlude.
This wasn’t the tentative, gentle kiss of an old lover looking to see if the fire still burned.
This was the dominating, possessive kiss of a man who knew what he wanted and was going to get it, no matter what.
She moaned, heat pooling below her belly button as memories shot through her, scalding all coherent thought from her mind.
Hunter slid one hand to land on her leg, brushing up against the hem of her skirt. He gave it a hard squeeze before releasing her and pulling back. “It’s been a long time, Angela. I’ve learned a few tricks.”
She licked her lips, her mind spinning. “Like what?”
“I’ll let you think about that.” He released her and stepped away. “We’ve both got work to do, and I have a nosy secretary who knows us and our history.” Hunter winked. “And I suspect you’re still a screamer.”
She swayed, caught between reality and the fantasy he was weaving for her.
“I’ll pick you up at eight for dinner. We’re going to Annie’s for steak. Be hungry.”
Angela gulped. “For the steak or for you?”
“Both.” Hunter took her left hand and pulled it to his lips for a delicate kiss. “I’ll see you then.” He walked her over to the door and swung it open.
The cool air swept over her as Angela stumbled into the outer office.
She spun to see Hunter and was rewarded by his gentle smile before he closed the door.
“Everything okay?” Sally asked.
Angela turned to see the secretary leaning on the counter, trying to be subtle in her curiosity and failing miserably.
Angela knew what Sally was seeing.
A woman with tousled hair, her skin flushed and her eyes dazed and wide.
Hardly the professional lawyer she’d projected upon entering the office.
She
“I never said that. And you know it’s not what either of us thinks.” Hunter stood up, reminding her of a lion rising to its feet.
Angela swallowed hard.
She’d forgotten how damned sexy he could be when he put his mind to it.
His eyes flared with a mixture of anger and sensual need.
“We want what’s best for you. Jake cares for you, and so do I.” He moved around to stand in front, trapping her against the desk. “We weren’t insulting you. We were worshipping you.”
The word shocked her into silence.
Worshipping?
Hunter licked his thumb before drawing it along her lower lip slowly, sensually, smearing her crimson lipstick with his moisture. “You know we both love you, adore you. What we did wasn’t for us. It was for you. We wanted you to recover from your breakup without interference, clear your vision without either of us clogging up your mind. And I see you have.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “And I’d like to be the first to begin my devotions.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a shock along her spine.
“Wait.” She gasped, aware she’d lost control of this conversation, this supposed confrontation. “Jake said you were supposed to be meeting to cut cards or something, some way of deciding who would ask me out first.”
Hunter paused from nuzzling her neck. “Yes. Except now that you know, it makes that part of our agreement moot as far as I’m concerned.”
“But Jake—” She fought not to shiver as his fingers moved along her bare skin, the tingling spiraling through her entire body. “It’s not fair.”
“You’ve forgotten I love to cheat,” Hunter murmured as he moved in on her. “I play to win.”
His arms went around her and pulled her closer, one hand tangling in her hair as he plundered her mouth with a ferocity she’d forgotten. His left knee nudged her legs apart as he slid against her, hips bucking.
This was the sequel to the kiss he’d stolen from her so long ago in her mother’s kitchen.
But it was different, oh so different from that interlude.
This wasn’t the tentative, gentle kiss of an old lover looking to see if the fire still burned.
This was the dominating, possessive kiss of a man who knew what he wanted and was going to get it, no matter what.
She moaned, heat pooling below her belly button as memories shot through her, scalding all coherent thought from her mind.
Hunter slid one hand to land on her leg, brushing up against the hem of her skirt. He gave it a hard squeeze before releasing her and pulling back. “It’s been a long time, Angela. I’ve learned a few tricks.”
She licked her lips, her mind spinning. “Like what?”
“I’ll let you think about that.” He released her and stepped away. “We’ve both got work to do, and I have a nosy secretary who knows us and our history.” Hunter winked. “And I suspect you’re still a screamer.”
She swayed, caught between reality and the fantasy he was weaving for her.
“I’ll pick you up at eight for dinner. We’re going to Annie’s for steak. Be hungry.”
Angela gulped. “For the steak or for you?”
“Both.” Hunter took her left hand and pulled it to his lips for a delicate kiss. “I’ll see you then.” He walked her over to the door and swung it open.
The cool air swept over her as Angela stumbled into the outer office.
She spun to see Hunter and was rewarded by his gentle smile before he closed the door.
“Everything okay?” Sally asked.
Angela turned to see the secretary leaning on the counter, trying to be subtle in her curiosity and failing miserably.
Angela knew what Sally was seeing.
A woman with tousled hair, her skin flushed and her eyes dazed and wide.
Hardly the professional lawyer she’d projected upon entering the office.
She
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