the start of his
erection, pushing against her belly, by the way her eyes widened. "Right
now, desperate seems like the perfect description for how I'm feeling."
She swallowed audibly. "This
doesn't make sense. We hate each other."
"I know." He brushed a curl
from her face, tipping her head back and running his hand down her neck. He
felt the wild beating of her pulse under his fingertips.
"This is mad," she
whispered, answering his question by pressing her hips to his.
"Absolutely insane." He
lowered his head and lightly bit the cord of her neck, right below her pulse
point.
She moaned softly, her legs going
weak. "Then why are we doing it?"
"Because we can't help
ourselves." He lifted his head and kissed her.
Chapter Eight
Their lips touched and Gwen forgot
everything. Who she was. Where she'd come from. That Rick annoyed her. That she
was flirting with danger by inviting him into her home.
Danger was delicious.
He walked her backwards a step so the
backs of her legs hit the couch. Catching her as she tipped backwards, he eased
her down and followed on top.
She gasped at the feel of him,
surrounding her, warmer than her favorite cashmere blanket but not nearly as
soft. One leg pressed between hers, touching her where she hadn't been touched
by another human being in longer than she cared to admit.
It jolted her—with excitement and alarm.
She grabbed him by the hair and
tugged. "What are you doing?"
"If you can't tell, I need to
work on my technique." He lowered his head again.
She pulled him back. "You've
been following me for days."
"Yes." He reached his hand
between them, up her abdomen to cover her breast. "But I'm here now."
It was exciting, the slow way he
rolled his hand over her. She couldn't help arching up even as she put a hand
over his to stop him. "Are you seducing me just to weasel your way in and
uncover my secrets?"
"I'm going to uncover your
secrets regardless." He nuzzled her neck. "I'm seducing you because I
can't help myself."
She arched her neck. "So what's
happening here is a lack of control?"
"No. My control is excellent.
What's happening here is desire." He rubbed her nipple as his knee pressed
her right there . "It's want.
It's necessity."
Starbursts erupted behind her
eyelids, and she gasped at the electric feel that shot through her body. She
wrapped her legs around him, savoring the way he felt against her. "We
need boundaries."
"Fine, no whips." He tugged
at her shirt to nibble her collarbone.
Who knew that bony thing was an
erogenous zone? "Not that kind of boundaries."
"Whips are okay then?"
She pulled his head back again,
frowning into his eyes. "You sound much too hopeful about whips."
"You're the one who brought them
up."
"I did not."
Sighing, he sat back, straddling her
leg. "You're not going to focus until we settle this, are you?"
"No."
"Okay, tell me your
boundaries."
She opened her mouth to list them,
but she had no idea what to list.
He grinned. "Do you need help,
Princess?"
"That's the first thing. No
calling me princess."
"I didn't know you were so into
rules."
"I'm not." In fact, she
hated rules. She'd grown up bound by them. She delighted in the fact that she
didn't have to live by any anymore. "But this is different. I don't trust
you, and if we're going to do this we need to establish some sort of parameters
so I know what to expect."
"You can expect bone-melting
pleasure."
"Really?"
"Really." He looked at her
steadily. "Would it help if I promised I won't snoop while we're together?
In or outside your home."
"Is it physically possible for
you to turn it off?" she asked doubtfully.
"I think you can sufficiently
distract me from professional matters." He traced a line down her neck.
She shivered, the tips of her breasts
taut in anticipation. "And just to be clear, you expect to be around here
more than just this evening?"
"I have a feeling this one
evening isn't going to be enough to work you out of my system."
"So we'll just
erection, pushing against her belly, by the way her eyes widened. "Right
now, desperate seems like the perfect description for how I'm feeling."
She swallowed audibly. "This
doesn't make sense. We hate each other."
"I know." He brushed a curl
from her face, tipping her head back and running his hand down her neck. He
felt the wild beating of her pulse under his fingertips.
"This is mad," she
whispered, answering his question by pressing her hips to his.
"Absolutely insane." He
lowered his head and lightly bit the cord of her neck, right below her pulse
point.
She moaned softly, her legs going
weak. "Then why are we doing it?"
"Because we can't help
ourselves." He lifted his head and kissed her.
Chapter Eight
Their lips touched and Gwen forgot
everything. Who she was. Where she'd come from. That Rick annoyed her. That she
was flirting with danger by inviting him into her home.
Danger was delicious.
He walked her backwards a step so the
backs of her legs hit the couch. Catching her as she tipped backwards, he eased
her down and followed on top.
She gasped at the feel of him,
surrounding her, warmer than her favorite cashmere blanket but not nearly as
soft. One leg pressed between hers, touching her where she hadn't been touched
by another human being in longer than she cared to admit.
It jolted her—with excitement and alarm.
She grabbed him by the hair and
tugged. "What are you doing?"
"If you can't tell, I need to
work on my technique." He lowered his head again.
She pulled him back. "You've
been following me for days."
"Yes." He reached his hand
between them, up her abdomen to cover her breast. "But I'm here now."
It was exciting, the slow way he
rolled his hand over her. She couldn't help arching up even as she put a hand
over his to stop him. "Are you seducing me just to weasel your way in and
uncover my secrets?"
"I'm going to uncover your
secrets regardless." He nuzzled her neck. "I'm seducing you because I
can't help myself."
She arched her neck. "So what's
happening here is a lack of control?"
"No. My control is excellent.
What's happening here is desire." He rubbed her nipple as his knee pressed
her right there . "It's want.
It's necessity."
Starbursts erupted behind her
eyelids, and she gasped at the electric feel that shot through her body. She
wrapped her legs around him, savoring the way he felt against her. "We
need boundaries."
"Fine, no whips." He tugged
at her shirt to nibble her collarbone.
Who knew that bony thing was an
erogenous zone? "Not that kind of boundaries."
"Whips are okay then?"
She pulled his head back again,
frowning into his eyes. "You sound much too hopeful about whips."
"You're the one who brought them
up."
"I did not."
Sighing, he sat back, straddling her
leg. "You're not going to focus until we settle this, are you?"
"No."
"Okay, tell me your
boundaries."
She opened her mouth to list them,
but she had no idea what to list.
He grinned. "Do you need help,
Princess?"
"That's the first thing. No
calling me princess."
"I didn't know you were so into
rules."
"I'm not." In fact, she
hated rules. She'd grown up bound by them. She delighted in the fact that she
didn't have to live by any anymore. "But this is different. I don't trust
you, and if we're going to do this we need to establish some sort of parameters
so I know what to expect."
"You can expect bone-melting
pleasure."
"Really?"
"Really." He looked at her
steadily. "Would it help if I promised I won't snoop while we're together?
In or outside your home."
"Is it physically possible for
you to turn it off?" she asked doubtfully.
"I think you can sufficiently
distract me from professional matters." He traced a line down her neck.
She shivered, the tips of her breasts
taut in anticipation. "And just to be clear, you expect to be around here
more than just this evening?"
"I have a feeling this one
evening isn't going to be enough to work you out of my system."
"So we'll just
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