Her Tycoon to Tame by Emilie Rose Page B

after, Hannah?”
    He speared his fingers through her silky hair and cupped her nape, then yanked her forward and covered her mouth with his. He wasted no time with preliminary get-to-know-you pecks and instead plunged into her mouth.
    Slick, hot, sweet and moist, he stroked his tongue along hers. Damn she tasted good, better than he remembered. The stiffness drained from her spine. She leaned into him and kissed him back. His heart slammed approval against his ribs,banging hard enough she could probably feel it against her breast.
    Her hands lifted to clutch his forearms, as if she were going to push him away. A moment later, she caressed upward past his elbows, over his biceps and shoulders, leaving a trail of cauterized nerve endings in their wake.
    She tilted her head, allowing him better access, and despite the warning bells clanging in his subconscious, he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, snugging her hot body to his. Instead of teaching her a lesson, the soft crush of her breast pressing his chest and her thigh burning the length of his taught him one.
    He wanted her. Ethics be damned.
    She felt good against him. Hunger consumed him, making him delve deeper, hold tighter, crave more. Her short nails lightly scored the back of his neck, and a shiver of need racked him.
    A thud on the floor vaguely penetrated his subconscious, but Hannah flinched. “Ouch.”
    Casting a wide-eyed, wary glance at him, she bent and rubbed her foot, then picked up the photo album and clutched it to her chest like a shield. The flush of desire drained from her cheeks, leaving her pale and biting her bottom lip.
    â€œThat—that shouldn’t have happened.”
    â€œDon’t play innocent, Hannah. Seducing me into funding your horse operation was your game plan tonight.”
    Gaping, she bolted to her feet, dropped the book on the table and fisted her hands at her sides. “I didn’t invite you here to seduce you, you egotistical jerk. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I need you to continue funding FYC, but the real reason I invited you here tonight was because I wanted to talk about Sam.”
    Every cell of Wyatt’s being snapped to attention. His body went from hot and aroused to cool and on guard in an instant. “What about Sam?”
    â€œ He’s good company, and his understanding of horses is impressive.”
    Wyatt ignored the insults and focused on the more critical issue. “I take it Nellie has been talking.”
    He’d have to fire the best housekeeper/cook he’d ever had—yet another reason he found himself eager to return to the farm every weekend. That woman could cook. And Sam liked her.
    Hannah narrowed her eyes in disgust, and anger vibrated through her. “You should know better than that. You won’t find a more loyal employee than Nellie. She keeps confidential information to herself. What happens in that house stays in that house.”
    â€œThen how do you know about Sam?”
    Her gaze lowered. “I met him.”
    â€œWhen and where?” He’d ordered Carol to keep Sam away from the barns. If she’d defied him, she’d be gone.
    â€œHe was out walking Sunday morning. I was in the pasture, and…we met.” She shrugged and reached for her wineglass. Her fingers curled around the stem, then stroked up, down, up. Nervous gesture, or intentionally seductive?
    Despite his anger, his blood headed south. Did she have any idea how alluring the gesture was? Of course she did. Hannah might be stubborn, but from what he’d seen, she wasn’t stupid. Except fiscally.
    â€œSam’s exactly the kind of person who benefits most from our therapeutic riding program.”
    Her statement dashed ice water over his distraction. He would have to be especially careful about keeping her away from Sam. A woman with her skills could lure an unsuspecting old man down the wrong road.
    â€œYou’re an animal