Page 42 of Defying Her Arrogant Boss

‘So you still think it’s over?’

‘It has to be. It’s better to end it now.’ Knowing that was the last thing she wanted to do, but how else did she stand a chance of saving what was left of her heart?

‘Six weeks is ages.’

Yes. Long enough to cause permanent heart damage. ‘It would be a mistake.’

‘So that’s it, then?’ A darkness grew in his expression, one she couldn’t read.

‘I think that would be best.’ She couldn’t stop the heat coursing through her body. Here she was arguing with the man, trying to end it with him, and yet her body wasn’t listening. It was her body wanting to get closer. Aching for his touch.

She broke the invisible bonds trying to draw her to him, turning quickly away and stepping out of the cab. She heard the door slam shut behind her and, without looking back, she raced up the stairs, desperate to get inside and lock the door behind her for fear she’d change her mind and go after him willing to take any last crumbs in these remaining few weeks like the hopeless case she was.

‘Know what I think of that idea?’

She whipped around. Only three paces away Rory strode after her. Glancing over the balcony, she saw the cab driving round the comer, passengerless.

He stopped an inch from her. ‘I think it’s rubbish.’

Her breath came shorter. ‘What do you suggest, then?’ She stood beside her front door, unable to get the key into the lock, unable to move, transfixed by the passion in his eyes and the heat in her belly.

‘I still want you and I’m pretty sure you still want me.’

The way she couldn’t tear her focus from his mouth must have been the give-away.

‘One night.’ Unable to resist, unable to fight the fire in her body, she capitulated instantly, leaning towards him as she spoke. ‘Just one more night.’

‘Now.’

‘Yes.’

A whisper as the inch of space between them became nothing. No holding back. His kiss was ferocious. She tasted the frustration, anger and want in him. The same frustration, anger and want that she had felt all week.

While still able to, she turned in his arms, forcing the key into the lock and turning it while his arms came around her to rake down her body, pulling her back against him so she felt his tension and rigidity. He stripped her jacket from her shoulders, leaving her damp blouse clinging to her. Waving her arm free of the jacket sleeve, she pushed forward and opened the door. He lifted her from behind and thrust her through the doorway. He stepped after her and had slammed the door behind them before she could take breath. Wheeling in front of her, he pressed her back against the closed door with the full length of his body. She lifted her face and welcomed the hard demands of his mouth, ravishing him with a fierce passion the way he was doing to her. She nipped at his lips with her teeth drawing a vicious thrust from his hips; she panted with pleasure and immediately wanted more. She knew there was going to be nothing slow or leisurely about this merging and nor did she want it that way. She pulled off his tie and fought with his shirt buttons, freeing them and then dragging both shirt and jacket down together so he stood bare-chested against her. He wasn’t having the same ease with her blouse and she heard the tear of fabric as in frustration he simply ripped it apart.

With fingers made nimble by sheer will she worked his belt open and his trousers and boxers down, sliding her hands round to hold his butt and urge him closer to her.

He yanked up her skirt so it bunched around her middle and pulled aside the silky strip of her panties with his strong fingers, his erection pressing against her wetness.

He lifted his mouth from hers and for a half-second paused.

‘Yes,’ she cried. ‘Now!’

There were no other preliminaries. With a single, hard thrust he was there and she arched her neck back in abandon. ‘Yes!’

She curled her leg around his waist and he immediately hoisted her up so she could wind her other leg around him too. The door and his thighs bore her weight.

His breathing was harsh and ragged as he continued to plunder her lips, her neck, her breasts still confined in their lace scraps. His mouth hot, hungry and unbelievably delightful. He ground into her, deeper, longer. She knew he was as out of control as she’d ever seen him and she wanted it even more.

‘Harder,’ she incited him, ‘harder.’

He pounded against her, inside her, with her and she used her hands, her mouth and teeth to wantonly reciprocate as best she could—alternately nipping, sucking, rocking, driving him to go more powerfully, faster. She raked her hands across his shoulders, down his back, pulling him closer, ever closer. The door rattled on its hinges as she moaned further entreaties for him to show no mercy, loving the wildness of it, until the ferocious and primitive mating resulted in a climax, the noisiest and sweatiest she’d ever experienced.

Utterly lax and sated, she rested against the door, still supported by him. His heart thundered beneath her palm and she used her thumb to brush aside a trickle of sweat from his hair-dappled chest. He’d buried his face in the side of her neck and she felt his hot, laboured breath blowing against her.

‘Are you okay? Did I hurt you?’ He lifted his head to look at her.

‘No. I’m more than okay.’ She opened her eyes and smiled at him through lips that were swollen with passion. ‘That. Was. Fantastic.’ She closed her eyes again, feeling thoroughly replete. For now the devils were well and truly chased away, the stress of the last week physically worked out of her. ‘Feel better?’

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