He stalked over and pulled me to him, fisting the hair at the back of my neck. He tilted my head back to look up at him. “Don’t be so sure it doesn’t belong toyou.”
More tears rolled down my face, and he kissed my cheeks. I closed my eyes and savored in his kisses, each of them both a gift and a curse.
His mouth found mine, possessive and wild, one hand still holding my hair while the other roamed over my butt and then moved to my breast. I clung to him and kissed him back, just as wild, just as feral.
His lips moved over my cheek up to my ear, leaving a path of burning desire. “God, I want you. I’m not sure I can give youup.”
I wasn’t sure I could give him up either, but I knew I could help him so much more behind the scenes than I could sneaking around with him in thedark.
“Give me one night,” he said in a raspy voice. “God, I want you. And I’m sure one night won’t be enough, but I’m asking for it anyway.”
After everything I’d told myself, I knew what my answer had to be, and yet I found myself saying, “One night.”
I’d become neutral Lady tomorrow. Tonight I belonged to James Malcolm.