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“Drew, I’mserious.”

“So am I.” He pinned her down and spread her legs with his own, settling between them so she’d have no misunderstanding of his intent. “Give me two hours, and you’ll know just how serious I am.”

CHAPTER 14

HUFFING her exasperation, Gillian dodged the kiss Drew tried to give her. Right now, he was making clear thought very difficult. “I can’t believe you want to do this now. We have plans to make.”

“We’ll plan after you’re not so tense.”

She appreciated his ardor, she really did. But until she resolved a few issues, she’d damn well stay on edge. “I just lost a job, Drew. And I got humiliated in the bargainandbecame part of a scandal. I’m allowed to be tense.”

He kissed her throat in a spot that never failed to send shivers over her body. “Nonsense. I have the perfect cure for that. Relax and let me show you.”

Oh, for crying out loud. His kisses trailed down to her collarbone—and then lower still. She could actually feel her nipples starting to throb.

One more time, she tried to resist him. “Can’t you turn it off for just a little while?”

He licked her nipple, and when she gasped, he murmured, “Not with you around, no.”

He sucked her nipple into his hot mouth, and it felt so good, so stirring, that her fingertips dug into his shoulders—and Gillian wasn’t sure if she wanted to push him away or hold him tighter to her.

He teased both nipples until she wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips, trying to encourage him to haste.

To her frustration, he didn’t take the hint. Instead, he moved back up her body and, after a soft kiss to her mouth, he held her unresisting arms over her head. “Are you listening to me, Gillian?”

That particular tone was unfamiliar to her, at least in bed. It was rough and deep and . . . forceful.

The thrill of the unknown sizzled through her. She drew in a tight breath. “Yes.”

“In order to get the full effect of this, I want you to stay put, without moving. Got that?”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Why?”

Staring into her eyes, he said, “I want you in a supplicant position.”

Her independent nature rebelled, and she started to move away. But she didn’t get far.

“Ah-ah, Gillian. I want you to trust me.” He stretched her out again, and with one hand clasping her wrists, held her that way. “This is for your own good.”

Desire battled with uncertainty. “What are you going to do?”

“I think it’ll be better if you wait to find out.”

She wasn’t a wilting flower, but then, neither was she a sexual dynamo. She’d never in her life done anything too risqué, and her experience with powerful men like Drew was nonexistent.

His smile showed cool constraint. “Gillian, you know you’re going to like this, so stop resisting.”

Oh, God. She swallowed and nodded.

Satisfied, Drew sat up beside her. He took the time to smooth back her hair, fanning it out on the pillow. He trailed his fingertips down her arms and around to her breasts.

“I love your rack.”

Gillian choked. “Gee . . . thanks. That’s exactly what a woman wants to h—” Before she could finish, he closed his fingertips around both nipples.

He watched her face as he gently rolled, tugged.

Her fingers twisted together to keep her arms in place, and her legs shifted with the growing sensations. Licking a finger, Drew dampened both nipples and then blew on them.

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