Page 83 of Second Time Around
“We’re too unequal to work.”
“No, you said you want to love me. What does that mean?”
“It seems pretty clear.” She gave up on maintaining her pride. “I fell in love with you. I didn’t mean to. I knew it was a mistake. Now I have to deal with it.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“It seemed ... irrelevant.” She flexed her fingers open. “Why don’t you just let me go home?”
“No.” He reached across her to push open the car door. “I want to see your face.”
She noticed that he hadn’t declared his love for her. Not that she’d expected it, but a girl could dream crazy dreams.
Resigned, she climbed out of the limo and trudged up the steps to his door. He did the hand-waving thing and they were inside. When he indicated that she should precede him into the formal living room with an angry jerk of his head, she contrasted it with last night’s welcome. Yep, there was the chair he’d positioned her over, a cube of black leather cushions held together by a shiny steel frame. She hadn’t really had a chance to look at it before, given that she’d been distracted by their more interesting activities.
Will paced over to a built-in bar, slamming open a cabinet door and plunking a rocks glass down on the marble countertop with a noticeable thud. “Would you like a drink?” he asked, even as he poured scotch into the glass. “Because I sure as hell need one.”
“No, thanks.”
He tossed the contents of his glass down in one gulp before turning to her, his jaw tight with anger. “Let me understand this. You are not going to take the job. And you are not going to continue ourrelationship because you think I made it up. And you neglected to tell me that you are in love with me.”
He turned back to the bar to splash more scotch in his glass. Kyra realized that she had never seen Will furious before this. He was a little scary in his intensity.
“Yes.”
“That’s all? Just ‘yes’?” he snapped. “I think you owe me more than that.” He put the glass back on the counter and crossed the room to tower over her before he took her by the shoulders and yanked her against him. Bending down, he took her lips in a punishing kiss as his hands moved over her. He kneaded her bottom hard, then shifted one hand around to cup between her thighs, pushing against her clit through her trousers. With his tongue, he explored her mouth aggressively, not asking but demanding.
She curled her hands over his shoulders and held on, letting him set her body on fire. Her panties grew damp as he rubbed against her. He must have felt it through the outer fabric because a growl of satisfaction rumbled in the back of his throat. He released her lips and raised his head enough to scan her face. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he said, his fingers still stroking and pressing while his other hand gripped her buttock to hold her against his erection.
“I’ve wanted you since college,” she said, her voice a breathless rasp.
With a crow of triumph, he bent and swung her up in his arms, walking down the hall to the elevator.
She twined her arms around his neck and let him. One last time. It couldn’t make their good-bye any more painful.
As they rode up in the elevator, he curved his long fingers over her breast, tweaking the hard nipple so that she felt an answering pulse between her legs.
The door slid open and he strode over to the bed, lowering her with surprising gentleness before he came down on top of her. He pinned her wrists over her head with one hand and went back to work on herbreast. His hips were cradled between her thighs so his cock pushed against her clit.
She arched against him for more friction there, and he lowered his head to the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to balance on that erotic edge between pleasure and pain.
“I want you here in my bed,” he growled against her skin. “Every night. All night. Until morning.”
Kyra threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled his head up so she could look into his beautiful eyes. “Once more.”
“We’ll discuss that in the morning,” he said.
They stripped each other’s clothes off in a mad tangle of arms, legs, and fabric before he rolled on a condom and sank himself into her in a hard, claiming thrust. He braced himself over her on his forearms, his eyes locked on her face as he flexed his hips and withdrew before driving back into her. “You. Want. This.” He chanted a word on each thrust.
“Yes,” she answered as he came into her each time. “Yes. Yes.”
He would not bring either one of them to orgasm, keeping his rhythm just below the pace where they would come, lowering his mouth to suck at her breasts, sending streaks of pleasure down to where his cock filled her. And then, without warning, her muscles convulsed and she arched up into him, gasping out his name as her climax broke over her again and again while he continued to move inside her.
As her shudders eased, he pushed deep into her and went still before her name seemed to wrench from him, a full-throated shout of pure physical ecstasy, while his cock pumped within her. She opened her eyes to see his head thrown back, sweat-darkened strands of hair clinging to his temples and neck.
The sight sent another ripple of response through her, making him groan and stroke in again.
He let his head fall forward to hang between his shoulders, his breath blasting over her skin as he panted, his hips pinning her pelvis to the mattress as his cock softened inside her. Her knees were still bent,feet braced on the bed, to offer herself to him, and she slowly let her feet slide downward beside his calves, feeling the slight tickle of the hair dusted over the hard muscles.
