Possessed by Passion by Brenda Jackson Page A

have sex with her.
    They would have this one night together. In the end she would declare her sexual independence as well as get him out of her system. And if what everyone claimed was true, she would experience her first orgasm in years. Hopefully the dreams would stop coming and she could get a good night’s sleep without waking up the next day with an ache between her legs.
    Leaving her bedroom, she headed for the door. Halfway there she paused to draw in a deep breath. There was no need to get cold feet now, she told herself. Although she and Tyson might have different ideas regarding how to go about getting what they wanted, she was certain they wanted the same thing. This was not the time to question her decision to seduce him. It would be a win-win situation for the both of them, she reminded herself. Tyson could then move on to the next woman and she could concentrate on building her company.
    Hunter opened her front door and he stood there. She could only stare at him, taking in all six feet and more of him. Tyson had a way of making any woman’s body snap to salacious attention whenever she saw him. Already the tips of her breasts were responding to his masculine form. Sexual hunger, the likes of which she experienced only in his company, was taking a greedy hold on her.
    She saw his overnight bag. Did he honestly assume she would invite him to stay the night? If so, he would be sorely disappointed later when showed him the door. She moved aside. “It didn’t take you long to get—”
    That was as far as she got. Once inside, he shut the door, dropped the overnight bag to the floor and pulled her into his arms, slanting his mouth across hers.
    * * *
    Tyson hadn’t meant to kiss her. This was her show and he’d intended to let her play it out however she chose. He had every intention of just being a willing participant. But when she’d opened that door and he’d gotten a glimpse of that dress again, he couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms and kissing her like he’d wanted to do at his place but hadn’t gotten the chance. Now he was getting his fill of her taste.
    At least she hadn’t tried breaking free of his kiss. In fact she was kissing him back with a hunger that nearly matched his own. He loved the way their tongues mated, how hers mingled with his. His heart was racing. He tried to recall the last time a woman did that to him, but couldn’t.
    Tyson was fully aware that being here with her was overriding common sense and overlooking good sound judgment. He knew better, yet he was refusing to heed those warnings that went off in his head on the drive over here. He had called himself all kinds of fool for chasing after a woman for a one-night stand.
    He would deal with the craziness of that later, once he’d gotten her out of his system. But for now all he could do was accept that there was something about Hunter McKay that had him wanting sex, sex and more sex. But only with her.
    Moments later, just like he’d been the one to initiate the kiss, he was the one to end it, drawing in a deep delicious breath that included a whiff of her scent. But he was in no hurry to release her. Instead he held her in his arms while he pressed a series of kisses around the curve of her mouth and the tip of her nose. Knowing if he didn’t stop touching her now that he never would, he released her and took a step back. The separation almost killed him.
    He looked over at her and saw her looking at him. A part of him wanted to read her thoughts, but he figured it was probably best if he didn’t know them. She didn’t seem upset or annoyed, just somewhat pensive. He’d learned a woman absorbed in her own thoughts was the worst kind because he had no idea what they were thinking...or planning.
    Finally, she spoke. “Now that you’ve gotten that out of your system, will you let me be in charge from here on out?”
    Was her assumption