Page 9 of A Powerful Attraction
He ran his fingers through his hair and gazed into the distance. Not a word. Not a single word.
He didn’t want her. At least, not enough to act on his feelings. Disappointment turned sour in her stomach. She’d thrown herself at him and…nothing.
“Obviously you’re not interested, so I’ll find someone else to lavish my attention on.” Sherry swung away from him, not sure what to do next, but certain she needed to get as far away from Alex as she could.
A strong hand encircled her wrist and swung her back around. Sherry gasped, as Alex hauled her into his chest, knocking the wind from her lungs and the purse from her hands. He shoved his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head and securing her in place.
He brought his face so close to hers that his breath feathered across her lips. “Your attention belongs to me,” he ground out.
They were smashed against each other—chest to chest, thigh to thigh.
His gaze dipped to her lips, and she inhaled in anticipation, ached with the need to feel his mouth pressed to hers in the same way other parts of their bodies were pressed against each other.
Alex muttered in Spanish and then crushed his mouth to hers. The force of the kiss scattered all thought and Sherry moaned. At last! She wrapped her arms around his torso as his firm mouth traveled over hers with intensity. He plucked at her lower lip and traced his tongue along the fullness of its edge. With shaky, shallow breaths, she kissed him back with the same ardor and silently pleaded for more, curling her fingers into the fine material of his jacket and whimpering when he cupped her bottom with one hand and squeezed.
He guided them back to the building, away from the brilliant lights and into a dim corner. The hand at the back of her head lowered to her nape, and he used his thumb at the edge of her jaw to tilt back her head.
He kissed and sucked on her neck with the same passion and unrestrained dedication he did her mouth. Her sex throbbed and her panties grew wet at the unrelenting seduction of his mouth. She was damn near dizzy with lust.
Sherry let out a small cry as he edged below her collarbone to her ample cleavage. Grabbing a fistful of his soft hair, she thrust her aching breasts in an open invitation to his mouth.
But he didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, his lips climbed back up to suck on her neck. Sherry whispered her discontent with unintelligible words meant to prod him lower so he could take one of her aching nipples in his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she wrapped an arm around his neck as his warm breath and hungry, open-mouthed kisses beat against her skin.
“Your place or mine?” he asked in a husky voice, close to her ear.
“Mine.”
“Where?”
She gave him the address.
“Too far. There’s a Winthrop Hotel a couple blocks down. We’ll go there.”
“Okay,” she said with breathless anticipation. She never for a second considered refusing. Finally, after years of yearning, she would spend the night with Alex.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. Grabbing her ass again, he forced her into contact with the hardness in his pants. He kissed once more, mouth brutal, almost savage in the way he sealed the bargain they’d just made.
“Let’s go.” Alex took her hand, and they picked up her purse on the march to his sports car.
Sherry settled on the seat and watched him walk around the hood to the driver side. Her body was on fire, and she felt as if she would jump out of her skin.
They took off from the parking lot, and during the short drive, neither of them said a word. The thickness in the air promised sex, and she feared that if she said a word she’d spoil the mood and Alex would change his mind.
But glancing at him from the corner of her eye, all she saw was a determined man, eyes focused on the road ahead.
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Sherry didn’t havetime to pay attention to the exquisite room at the Winthrop Hotel. She only had eyes for the man before her—a man who made her want to behave out of the ordinary. To do things she wouldn’t normally do—like go to a hotel with her boss and have him make love to her.
Alex tossed his jacket and shirt onto an armchair. Holding her hand, he backed up toward the bed and sat down, pulling her on top of his lap so she straddled his thighs. The pounding ache in her groin increased as he smoothed his hands up her thighs beneath the dress. His touch eased from her knees up to the edge of her panties. She squeezed her butt cheeks together, breath hitching at the slow but sensual touch.
Even in the dim room, Sherry could make out the near perfection of his form—his nose, the rigid set of his hair-rough jaw, the curve of his soft lips, and the powerful muscles beneath the smooth skin of his shoulders and arms.
Taking his time, he kissed her neck and moved the strap of the black dress down her arms so he could press his lips to her shoulder as well.
Sighing, Sherry arched her throat into his mouth and moaned when he thrust his pelvis upward, teasing her with the promise of the hardness between his thighs. She could almost come from that pressure alone.
Breathing heavily, she rose onto her knees and kissed him with a slow, sweet, lingering caress. He was such a good kisser, lips so soft and moist she could almost spend all night with the mouth-to-mouth contact. Yet that wouldn’t be enough, because the pounding ache in her loins had to be assuaged. Eagerly, she plied kisses along his strong throat, eliciting a groan of satisfaction from deep in his chest.
