Sweet Satisfaction

Excerpt

“Now that we have less of an audience, would you care to explain yourself?”

Her big eyes flashed to his then around the room. Was she looking for a way to change the subject? “Should we be in here?”

Yep, definitely searching for a topic change. With a grin, he maneuvered her into the corner. Her gown clung in all the right places, and his cock threatened to split the zipper on his tux. “Why’d you tell Al I don’t like women?”

“I didn’t—” When he lifted an eyebrow at her, her cheeks darkened further. “I-I mean…I did, but it was a random thought. I don’t really believe that. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Well, you don’t date. I mean I’ve never seen you with a woman.”

“Have you seen me with a man?”

“No, but….”

God, she was so damned cute all flustered and embarrassed. Catching her chin in his hand, he held her steady and claimed her mouth. Delicate fingers closed over his jacket lapels, clinging to him. Appreciating her uncharacteristically feminine response, he took what he’d fantasized about for far too long. She tasted of sweetened almonds, and her tongue tangled passionately with his. With a groan, he wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and lifted her, deepening the kiss, claiming what should have been his years before.

Her tongue parried thrust for thrust, and his libido shifted into hyper drive. A soft moan slid from her mouth to his, and his balls drew up. Three years of self-inflicted semi-celibacy threatened to destroy his control, but she didn’t want him. She wanted some ideal image of what a man should be instead of the too short, too nice, too stable buddy she saw him as. No other woman had ever frustrated him to the extent his Kate did, and he was sick of being frustrated.

He invaded her personal space, boosting her higher until her feet dangled, his chest against her breasts, his aching cock pressed to the exquisite heat between her thighs. Her slender arms circled his neck, and her breath came in little puffs as she yielded to his kiss. Bracing her with the weight of his body, he worked her skirt upward until she could wrap her legs around his hips. Hands free to wander over her lush softness, he cupped her breasts and used his thumbs to stroke her nipples to budded peaks. The ready response made him hungry to strip her naked and taste the delicate flavor of her skin.

Kate whimpered and squirmed against him, her mound rubbing up and down on his cock, threatening his ability to think beyond his need to make love to her. He explored her hot mouth, then groaned and broke the kiss to nibble his way down her throat to the tantalizing curves rounding above her dress. Dipping his tongue below the red material, he wormed inside her lace bra to flick her nipple, circling the puckered bud.

“Connor!” His name rode a gasp from her lips, feeding desire, but it also reminded him she didn’t want anything he could offer.

Stepping back, he allowed her to slide to her feet. He kept a hand on her waist to steady her until she found her balance. Her sexy scent filled him. Her lips moist and swollen from his kiss, cheeks flushed with heat, breasts rising and falling with agitated breaths. Even with her sophisticated dress bunched around her hips, she looked the part of an innocent nymph. Once certain she wouldn’t fall over, he released her completely.

She fumbled to right her dress, her hands trembling a bit, lip caught between her teeth. Kate’s vulnerability, something she usually fought so hard to hide, stripped him to raw need. His hands shook. If he shoved her against the wall and claimed her, repeatedly, until she could do nothing but quiver and cry his name, would she admit she wanted him, Connor Wallace, and not some ridiculous fantasy of what a man should be?

He moved farther away. He’d never forced himself on a woman in his life and had no intention of starting with the only one who could shatter his heart. Glossy red-tipped fingers caught his attention as her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides, and his cock jumped. What would those neatly trimmed nails look like sliding between her lower lips or circling his aching cock?

She studied him as though he’d grown an extra head—which apparently he had, or at least one had gotten bigger. If he didn’t leave immediately, he’d say or do something he’d regret. He didn’t care to look the fool. He started to walk away, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Shouldn’t we talk about this?”

“About what exactly?”

“That.” A blush painted her cheekbones. “That kiss.”

He shook his head. “Depends. Are you interested in more or do you intend to remind me of your ridiculous rules?”

Her back stiffened, and he could almost hear her defenses snap into place. “Friendship between a man and a woman requires boundaries. You know the truth as well as I do. I think—”

“Shut up, Kate.” How could she look so damned hot and be so naive? She’d happily regaled him more than once about her sex life. She was no more an innocent than he. Crossing the narrow distance between them, he traced the tempting curve of her throat. “Right at this moment, I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. Unless you want me to shove your pretty ass against the wall and rip that very expensive dress from your hot little body, you’ll zip your lips while I walk away.”

He spun on his heel and stormed from the office, hungry for far more than she was ready to give. Damned woman!