Darkest Ecstasy by Tawny Taylor

the distinct impression this man would be the one doing all the leading. He was much more aggressive.
    The danger vibe just upped a few dozen degrees. Now she was intrigued and aroused and . . . a little scared. The tissues between her legs clenched. Wow, she was very aroused. As in, dripping.
    â€œNo, never,” she whispered.
    He forced a bent knee between her thighs, and she began tipping her hips forward and back, forward and back in time to the beating pulse thrumming through her body. A soft whimper slipped from her lips as the heat intensified, thanks to the friction rubbing against her delicate, swollen tissues. “Are you afraid?”
    â€œA little,” she admitted.
    â€œGood.” He hit a button on the elevator, and it lurched into motion. She hadn’t even realized he’d stopped it. As it crawled up, up, up, he turned back around and tormented her neck with his tongue, lips, teeth until she was writhing in agony.
    â€œCome with me,” he whispered against her neck.
    She opened her eyes, having not realized she’d closed them. The doors made a deep rumbling sound as they opened. He took her hand in his and led her down the hallway to the suite at the very end. Seconds later, he had them locked inside. She glanced around the dark space. It was a small reception area, furnished with a few chairs. At the rear was a narrow corridor, she learned a few seconds later, as he escorted her to the room at the end of the hall. He opened the door and flipped on the light.
    It was an office, furnished with the standard desk, chair, bookcases, and file cabinet. More than a little anxious, she stepped aside, turning toward him.
    His eyes were like flickering bits of coal. Dark, simmering. He prowled toward her as she back-stepped until her rear struck something hard and low. He angled closer, bracing his hands on the desk behind her. “You don’t know what you want, do you? You’re not sure you’re ready. You’d better make up your mind. Fast. Now.”
    Like she could think in this position?
    Here she was, trapped once again. This time he had her caged between his body and the desk. His eyes were telling her she should run, fast.
    His face was telling her she should stay.
    And that wicked curl in his lips . . . it was saying a lot of things.
    â€œLast chance,” he whispered. “Leave now. Go. Before I get another taste of you. Because once that happens, I won’t be able to stop.”
    Oooh, did she like the unspoken promise in his voice. Of pleasure far beyond her imagination. Dark pleasure, like nothing she’d ever experienced.
    That was it. She couldn’t leave. She had to find out what that wicked gleam meant.

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    U nable to speak with all the emotion swirling through her system, Michelle gave him her answer. She lifted her lips into a smile and then closed her eyes and let her head fall back.
    He growled. Like a big bear. Or a wolf. A beast. A shudder quaked her.
    His lips and tongue teased her tingling skin, sending little tremors buzzing through her body like electrical charges. All those buzzes and zaps arced through her, coiling in her center.
    Her hands trembled as she lifted them to fist the crisp, smooth cotton of his shirt. She wanted to tear it open and explore the smooth-skinned body beneath, but she couldn’t summon up enough strength. When he nipped her earlobe, she practically melted. It seemed he knew exactly what to do to make her more desperate for his next touch.
    Moaning softly, she let her body fall back. He caught her, supporting her with strong but gentle hands as she reclined onto the desktop.
    â€œLook at me,” he commanded once she was lying flat on her back.
    Look at him? Gladly. It took some effort to drag her heavy eyelids up. But she was very glad she did it once she saw him.
    Could there be a more beautiful man alive? She doubted it. His face could have been sculpted by a master. It was utter perfection, from the