Fuck.
What he felt for this woman may be confusing him, but there was one thing perfectly clear. He only had to look at her and he was as horny as hell.
Is that my weakness?
He squeezed the paperweight with greater pressure before bouncing it on his palm again. “What can I do for you?” he asked, giving her a small smile in the reflection.
Her gaze met his, direct and unwavering. “What is this between us?”
“This what?”
She scoffed. “This. The way you look at me, the kiss this morning. The way the air crackles with sexual energy whenever we see each other. It was there when we first meet, but that was before you knew who I was. Clearly, there is no love lost between us, which means it must be lust. If it is just lust, I can come to terms with that.”
His heart slammed hard and fast. His groin tightened. His stomach clenched. “Come to terms with? What are you suggesting?”
He saw her swallow in the reflection, uncertainty flicking over her face before she shook her head. “I’m not suggesting anything. I just want to know what your motives are. Six months ago, you told me never to speak to a Dyson again, yet you’ve turned up on my door twice in the last three days, and both times we’ve ended up kissing like two sex-crazed teenagers.” She paused for a moment, her expression growing barbed. “Mind you, we didn’t really have a conversation either time, so it’s entirely possible we could have sex without talking.”
His heart thumped faster at her words. A thick spasm claimed his stiffening groin. “An interesting idea. I can agree to that.”
Her eyes widened. A little. His reply had knocked her off-kilter, no matter how valiantly she tried to hide it. “Are you serious?” She folded her arms across her chest. But not before he saw how pebbled her nipples had become. The sight sent fresh tension to his groin. His body thrummed with the desire to take her nipples in his mouth. To suckle on their pointed tips.
He pivoted on his heel to look directly at her, leaning his back against the expansive windowpane behind him. “Very. Although I must admit, I would love to hear you moaning my name when I bring you to orgasm over and over again. But then again, that’s not really having a conversation or talking, is it? So I guess we can still have sex without worrying about that.”
Hot anger flared in her glare. “Don’t be stupid. I was being sarcastic.”
“About the silent sex? So you will moan my name when I make you come? Excellent. Shall we get started?”
A delicate shade of pink colored her cheeks, but she refused to look away. “I want to know what you are doing, Mr. Dyson. I can’t believe you don’t have an ulterior motive. I know exactly what you think of me, and the only explanation I can come up with for your behavior is some sick sense of retaliation for Clinton’s death.”
He ran his thumb over the solid sphere of granite in his hand. “Hate to rain on your parade, but I haven’t given you a second thought since my brother’s funeral.”
“Then explain what’s going on.”
He shrugged with indolent conceit, needing to hide any potential weakness even as she revealed hers. “Because, surprised as I am by it, I still find you incredibly sexy and attractive. I must admit, the idea of sleeping with you is very appealing.”
Ice glinted in her eyes. “Well, thank you for the compliment.”
“You’re welcome. Now that we’ve acknowledged our mutual lust, shall I arrange dinner tonight, or should we go straight to dessert on my desk now?”
“You’re disgusting.”
He pushed himself away from the window and began walking toward her. “No. Just truthful.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know what I was thinking coming here.”
“You were thinking exactly what I am thinking now. I want to have wild sex with this person until I can’t move and I’m dripping with sweat. And then I want to start all over again.” He tossed Clinton’s paperweight on the leather armchair, holding her prisoner with his gaze.
“You want me to kiss you.” He stopped directly in front of her. “Be truthful. As much as you despise everything I stand for, you want to kiss me.”