Page 25 of Sinful Attraction

Her smile makes my skin warm with desire. “Maybe. Though I noticed you haven’t asked if I’m single.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Are you?” She better be, after all of this. My God. My heart is pounding like I just ran a marathon.

“For a while now, yeah.” Her smile goes from sly and flirty to a little tight and forced. “Had a boyfriend. My mom meddled. She’s always scaring them off by nagging at them to propose.”

“Jesus.” I laugh in spite of myself. “I’ll need to remember to watch out for that if we ever get together.”

Both her eyebrows go up. “That’s a big ‘if.’ You’d have a lot of trust to win back to win me over.” But she’s smiling a little.

“I swear, all that work would be worth it.” I draw a steady breath that doesn’t do its job. “God, you’re beautiful,” I mutter, staring down at her.

She stops short and gives me a lopsided little smile that makes me instantly hard. “Are we working or flirting, Mr. Rossi?” she teases me softly.

My breath catches in my throat.She’s into it. She’s into me.

“Every damn time I look at you, I want to throw everything aside and make love to you,” I say honestly. “I’ve been dealing with that for a while. If I need to set that aside to get work things done and get our money back, I’ll do it. But it’s not what I want to do.”

She lifts an eyebrow slightly again, but that sexy smirk doesn’t budge. “Well, that’s a lot more honest than I expected,” she teases.

I let out a little groan and get out of my seat. She stands up as well, and I turn to her, breathing. “Do you think I’m kidding?”

She moves a little closer to me, making my breath catch again. “Oh, I know you’re not. I’ve seen how you look at me. The question is, what are we going to do about this?”

Her voice has a low, sexy growl at the bottom of it that makes my mouth go dry.

“What do you want to do about it?” I challenge, moving into her personal space. Her lips part, she draws a shaky breath, and I know I’ve got her.

Then, she kisses me, and I know she’s got me.

Chapter 12

Arya

Michael kisses me like he’s been waiting to do it all his goddamn life, and for a moment, before I get caught up, I smile against his lips. I’ve got him.

His mouth is warm and firm against mine, his tongue just teasing a little against the inside of my lips. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me that I wasn’t expecting. So does the feeling of him shivering under my hands as I skim them up his chest. It makes me feel powerful—and sexy for the first time in too long.

He lets out a little grunt of pure delight, his big, warm hands sliding over my back to pull me against him. I hear the faint beep of the file search he was running completing, but I ignore it.

I’m committing to this, knowing the danger. The risk of being found out. The risk of my family finding out. The risk he’ll turn out to be crazy with his women—even violent. The risk that I’ll be manipulated. The risk that he plans to betray me, too.

The chance that I’ll catch feelings.

That can’t be allowed. It absolutely can’t be. But as our kiss deepens and my heart starts to pound, I start to worry that I’ve gotten in over my head unexpectedly. We’ve got chemistry, Michael and I. I can feel it rushing through me like a drug.

His tongue darts against mine, and I let out a whimper in spite of myself. God, he’s good at that.I might as well enjoy this while it lasts. It won’t last long.

I’m so used to selfish lovers who ruin any trace of sexual chemistry with their antics that I return the kiss, confident that the same thing will happen here. It’s always been the same with men, no matter how awesome things are at first.

He’ll do something porn-inspired, try to skip foreplay, or pull something creepy or degrading on me out of nowhere. That’s just what men do; they wind me up with some kissing and petting and then ruin it fast and thoroughly as a splash of cold water, leaving me resentful and unfulfilled.

And just like that, the spell will be broken, and I’ll be back in control again. Disappointed and frustrated but back in control.

But as the kiss lingers and our hands start to explore each other, I feel myself starting to get into it. Really get into it. Kisses don’t usually make me chase after more. His does.

Now that I’ve decided on this and feel my hunger for him growing, I get impatient. I want to feel this good for as long as I can. I unbutton his shirt as we kiss, then push the fabric off his shoulders and start running my hands over him as he grunts and moans into my mouth. His muscles tighten under my fingertips like the slightest caress is enough to stir him up.

He shocks me in the best of ways by scooping me into his arms, leaving his shirt on the floor behind us as he carries me to his bedroom. I hang on, eyes wide with surprise at both his strength and how steadily and gently he carries me. I actually swoon a little bit against his shoulder. I’m not used to being swept off my feet.

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