Eight
“For fuck’s sake. What just happened?” Jon struggled to keep his cool, even with the minx glowering at him and taunting every molecule in his body to show her that her fresh mouth needed a body check straight away.
“You’ve got this asshole way about you. Do you have any idea?” Anger flashed in her eyes. A myriad of emotions passed over her beautiful face.
He stared at her cheeks blossoming in color. The expression on her face warned him she was beyond pissed. The emotion was closer to rage.
And then lower, his gaze traveled down to her heaving chest and her luscious cleavage rising and falling.
From across the room, her dress sparkled in the halogen lighting. Jesus, he hated the way the material accentuated each one of her curves perfectly, and how every moron in the hotel had smiled and laughed and visually consumed the space she occupied. He wanted to rip it off her the moment he saw it. Climb between her legs and pump into her, hard and fast, until she dug her nails into his skin and her orgasm flared, making her call his name. Well, he’d completed his Alana to-do list in part. His cock stiffened into a throbbing steel bar wanting another chance to complete all the tasks. He couldn’t help himself and he took a step toward her.
“And the hightail bitch mode you sport is equally appealing, sweetheart.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, bracketing her hands on either side of her seductive hips. “That’s rich, coming from you. Do you know what an incredible jerk you can be?”
“With your legs spread and your body draped over the hood of my car, I didn’t get that impression from you. Or when you screamed my name this morning. No, there again, the vibe was different.” He lowered his voice, walking across the kitchen. “The pattern I see is, you need something from me.”
She stood in front of him, an arm’s reach away. Glaring, she looked up into his face, and all he had to do was raise his arm, crush her mesmerizing body to his, and he’d be out of control. He wanted something from her as well, and at that moment it felt like a thousand knives cutting him, this desire to blast past her fire into the softness he’d witnessed over dinner. He longed to experience the laughter that made her eyes sparkle and got under his skin.
Fuck. What he felt bordered on infuriating frustration at her ability to mess with his head and tear apart his well-ordered life. In two days she’d unleashed complete chaos. Her power over him increased each time he sampled her lips.
She spoke, breaking into his thoughts. Again. “Consider that…all of that, an error in judgment. You said there was a new contract. I should sign it and then be going.”
That did it. After sending him over the edge, she threatened to leave. He ran a hand down his neck, his blood racing in his veins. “Is that what you want? Be careful of what you wish. You’re not the only one who can play that game. Christ, it’s amazing how you drive me berserk.”
He could smell her sensual fragrance. A bolt of recognition snapped up his spine. His cock pulsed with each beat of his heart as the space between them crackled with enough energy to light the Metro building downtown.
She stepped forward, a panther ready to pounce, and then it happened. As though in slow motion, he watched her hand lift and swing. The impact of her palm across his face shattered the time warp. The sting unlocked him and he caught her hand, gazing down at her long, slender fingers. He raised them to his lips and pressed his mouth to her palm. She tasted sweet; her fragrance stabbed him to the core, and he accepted the futility of trying to stay away from her.
“I’m not your plaything. Some empty-headed bimbo who will sit idly by as you countermand each of my ideas. Dress me up and sit me down, pull a set of strings, and everything works out. For you,” Alana whispered, gazing up at him with her seductive aqua eyes, spreading a wildfire craving through
“For fuck’s sake. What just happened?” Jon struggled to keep his cool, even with the minx glowering at him and taunting every molecule in his body to show her that her fresh mouth needed a body check straight away.
“You’ve got this asshole way about you. Do you have any idea?” Anger flashed in her eyes. A myriad of emotions passed over her beautiful face.
He stared at her cheeks blossoming in color. The expression on her face warned him she was beyond pissed. The emotion was closer to rage.
And then lower, his gaze traveled down to her heaving chest and her luscious cleavage rising and falling.
From across the room, her dress sparkled in the halogen lighting. Jesus, he hated the way the material accentuated each one of her curves perfectly, and how every moron in the hotel had smiled and laughed and visually consumed the space she occupied. He wanted to rip it off her the moment he saw it. Climb between her legs and pump into her, hard and fast, until she dug her nails into his skin and her orgasm flared, making her call his name. Well, he’d completed his Alana to-do list in part. His cock stiffened into a throbbing steel bar wanting another chance to complete all the tasks. He couldn’t help himself and he took a step toward her.
“And the hightail bitch mode you sport is equally appealing, sweetheart.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, bracketing her hands on either side of her seductive hips. “That’s rich, coming from you. Do you know what an incredible jerk you can be?”
“With your legs spread and your body draped over the hood of my car, I didn’t get that impression from you. Or when you screamed my name this morning. No, there again, the vibe was different.” He lowered his voice, walking across the kitchen. “The pattern I see is, you need something from me.”
She stood in front of him, an arm’s reach away. Glaring, she looked up into his face, and all he had to do was raise his arm, crush her mesmerizing body to his, and he’d be out of control. He wanted something from her as well, and at that moment it felt like a thousand knives cutting him, this desire to blast past her fire into the softness he’d witnessed over dinner. He longed to experience the laughter that made her eyes sparkle and got under his skin.
Fuck. What he felt bordered on infuriating frustration at her ability to mess with his head and tear apart his well-ordered life. In two days she’d unleashed complete chaos. Her power over him increased each time he sampled her lips.
She spoke, breaking into his thoughts. Again. “Consider that…all of that, an error in judgment. You said there was a new contract. I should sign it and then be going.”
That did it. After sending him over the edge, she threatened to leave. He ran a hand down his neck, his blood racing in his veins. “Is that what you want? Be careful of what you wish. You’re not the only one who can play that game. Christ, it’s amazing how you drive me berserk.”
He could smell her sensual fragrance. A bolt of recognition snapped up his spine. His cock pulsed with each beat of his heart as the space between them crackled with enough energy to light the Metro building downtown.
She stepped forward, a panther ready to pounce, and then it happened. As though in slow motion, he watched her hand lift and swing. The impact of her palm across his face shattered the time warp. The sting unlocked him and he caught her hand, gazing down at her long, slender fingers. He raised them to his lips and pressed his mouth to her palm. She tasted sweet; her fragrance stabbed him to the core, and he accepted the futility of trying to stay away from her.
“I’m not your plaything. Some empty-headed bimbo who will sit idly by as you countermand each of my ideas. Dress me up and sit me down, pull a set of strings, and everything works out. For you,” Alana whispered, gazing up at him with her seductive aqua eyes, spreading a wildfire craving through
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