Possessed by Passion by Brenda Jackson Page B

true? Had he gotten anything out of his system? He seriously doubted it. Instead of sharing that doubt with her, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was either that or pull her back into his arms.
    Forcing that thought from his mind, he dwelled on what she’d asked him. She wanted him to relinquish his control to a woman. To her. Under normal circumstances he would never agree to something like that. But he’d reached the conclusion while racing from his condo to here that nothing about any of this was normal.
    â€œSo, Tyson, are you going to let me handle things or not?” she asked again when he evidently hadn’t responded quickly enough.
    She’d asked him to let her handle things . As far as he was concerned, things didn’t necessarily include him, but he wouldn’t tell her that just yet. He was curious to see what she had up her sleeves. If truth be told, sleeves be damned. What he was really interested in was what was up under her dress.
    â€œI suppose I can let you handle things,” he finally said.
    She raised a brow. “You ‘suppose’? Need I remind you that the moment you walked through that door you entered my territory? You came to me.”
    He frowned. Did she have to rub it in? “And we both know why,” he said. “So why are we still talking?”
    She smiled calmly. “You’re trying my patience.”
    He chuckled. “And you’ve been trying mine since that night we ran into each other at Notorious.”
    â€œWould you like to sit and talk a while?”
    â€œNo. I have nothing to say and that’s not why I’m here.”
    â€œI know why you’re here, but first I think we need to understand each other,” she said.
    â€œMeaning?”
    â€œFor starters, I don’t know what’s up with that bag. Since you aren’t a doctor who makes house calls, I can only assume you think you’re spending the night. Well, you aren’t. You will leave when we’re done.”
    When they were done? Did she assume they would only go one round? He intended to stay the night and take her again and again, well into the morning hours.
    â€œWe can discuss that later, Hunter.” He figured after he had her once, she’d beg him for more.
    â€œNo, I think we need to discuss it now.”
    He simply stared at her for a moment and then nodded. “Fine. I’ll go along with whatever you want,” he said, telling her what she wanted to hear. Evidently he’d said the magic words, if the smile that spread across her lips was anything to go by. “I guess I just made your day,” he said drily.
    â€œYes, and I plan to make your night, Tyson Steele.”
    * * *
    Hunter felt in control and she intended to use it to her advantage. She’d never done anything like this before, but she was ready to set the stage for what she had in store for Tyson.
    â€œGo sit on the sofa, Tyson, and get comfortable. Make yourself at home.”
    A smile touched the corners of his mouth. “At home I tend to walk around in the nude. Can I do it here?”
    â€œNo.” The thought of him doing such a thing made her nipples harden even more. “Would you like something to drink?”
    He shook his head as he moved toward her sofa. “I had wine at dinner. I’m good.”
    Hunter watched how he eased his body down on her sofa, and how the denim jeans stretched across his muscled thighs. She couldn’t wait to actually see those thighs in the flesh. In her dreams she had kneeled between them and—
    â€œNice place.”
    She hoped he hadn’t noticed the splash of color that had appeared on her cheeks, a result of where her thoughts had been. “Thanks. Not as roomy as yours but it suits me just fine.”
    He stretched his arms across the back of her sofa as he leaned back in a comfortable position. Doing so brought emphasis to his chest. She looked forward to