She glanced up again. “No. I should have enough for a few days. ”
Her attention went back to the magazine. It made him crazy. Made him horny. She was as calm and relaxed as a summer’s day, and just as damned hot. He knew how hot she could get, how wet and sweet.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a lover?” he asked her then, shifting to relieve the discomfort of his hard-on.
He watched her tense before she looked back at him, narrow-eyed and suspicious, but hot.
She glanced at her watch mockingly.
“Eight hours maybe?” She went back to the magazine.
Sax observed her for long moments. She looked cool as hell, but he could see the altered breathing, the heavy rise and fall of her breasts. She was aroused. Just that fast. Her nipples were pressing tight against her shirt, her face flushed just enough to testify to her heat.
“Before that,” he bit out between clenched teeth, waiting, his erection throbbing in agony.
She flipped the magazine closed and turned to him defensively, her gray eyes sparkling in defiance.
“Exactly what do you want to know, Sax?” she asked him. “And why all the questions?”
God he loved it when her eyes went hot like that. Anger and passion and complete female stubbornness mixed with arousal. It was invigorating, energizing. It was making him so fucking horny he couldn’t breathe.
“Does everything have to be a test?” he growled back, coming out of his chair and stalking across the room. “Maybe there are just things I want to know about you. ”
“You should pretty much know everything by now,” she shot back, staring up at him as he towered over her. She didn’t jump to her feet to even out the distance or to assert her own control. She kept her seat, though she leaned back against the couch to keep the arch of her neck at a more comfortable angle. “It’s not as though we’ve just met. ”
“And the more I think about it, the less I know,” he told her, frustration rising within him.
“And how many lovers I may or may not have had is important?” She arched her brow mockingly. “Fine, Sax, until you, there’s been no one since my divorce. Before my marriage there were two. I’m sexually inexperienced but not stupid. Anything else?”
“What the hell do you do all day besides flip through magazines and edit romances?” His cock was steel-hard and driving him crazy with the need to fuck.
She smiled slowly, her eyelids drifting lower, giving her a mysterious, sensual look.
“Play with my favorite toys and fantasize about you,” she drawled. “What do you do when you’re home alone?”
The little liar. He could see the devilry in her gaze, the deliberate teasing in the way her tongue stroked slowly over her full, lower lip.
“Jack off and imagine your ass burning red,” he snarled, reaching down and pulling her to her feet. “I won’t let you hide from me forever, Marey. ”
“But I’m not hiding anymore, Sax,” she reminded him, her hands moving up his chest, over his shoulders. “I’m right here where you can see me. ”
God, she was a temptation. A sweet, beautiful little keg of dynamite standing placidly in his arms. For now.
She shifted against him then, her lower stomach pressing against the hard ridge of his cock as a light flush of arousal stained her cheeks.
“Are you finished working?”
His fingers burrowed in the soft weight of her hair as he held her still, watching the heat flame in her eyes.
“I’m finished,” he growled as he pulled at the silk he held, watching her eyelids drift lower as sensual weakness consumed her.
“We could go back to the house. ” Her hands moved from his shoulders to his waist, gripping the flesh there as his head lowered to her cheek.
“I won’t make it to the house,” he told her roughly. “I want you here. Now. ”
A low, aroused laugh came from her throat as she tilted her head back, allowing his lips to caress her neck.
“Trojans and their office sex. I’ve heard about that. ”