He studied her, searching his emotions for some semblance of satisfaction at the confusion swimming in her eyes. “Do you have any other conditions?”
Her eyebrows dipped into a frown again. “No, that’s it.” His abrupt change in tone no doubt puzzled her. Good. “We’re finished.”
“No.” He shook his head and removed the space between them. “We’re not.” He smoothed his fingers around her arms, just above her elbows. As always, the contact sent a hot bolt ricocheting through him. “We’re not finished until I say we are.”
A disarming mix of confusion, anger, and fear crossed her face. And something else—the same warring expression that had been on her face before. Excitement.
His balls grew tight, his groin heavy.
He stared down into her eyes, holding her motionless. “Admit that you want me.”
Her lip curled away from her teeth. “Get over your ego.”
“You want me.” He ignored her feeble attempt at denial. “As much as I want you.”
She wasn’t under his skin. He refused to let that happen. But he was under hers. The way she looked at him, the way she responded to him… He’d got to her, he’d gotten under her skin, and that was entirely where he was meant to be. Affecting her. Getting into her head so she couldn’t touch herself without thinking about him.
He ran his palms up her arms, over her shoulders, buried the fingers of his right hand in the hair at her nape while his left hand smoothed down the line of her spine to the delicate hollow of her back. She didn’t stop him. “Admit that you want me to do this.”
He pulled her hips against his, her small gasp proof enough she wanted him touching her. But she needed to say it. On a level he didn’t understand, a level that threatened his cold resolve, he needed to hear her say it.
That need made him vulnerable, an emotion entirely foreign to him. He pushed it aside. Later. He would deal with it later. What he wanted now was her. What he wanted now was to hear she hungered for him. He dipped his head until their lips almost touched. “Admit you want me to kiss you again.”
Her lips parted, the faintest play of her breath tickling his lips. “I want you to kiss me.”
Yes.
He slanted his lips over hers. The hungry impatience in her response flooded him with concentrated desire. As did her tongue meeting his with willing frenzy. His blood roared through him. A mere kiss had never aroused him so much, nor affected him so easily.
He wanted more.
He wanted it all.
“Christ, Sienna,” he growled against her mouth, unable to break their flesh-to-flesh contact even for the split second of his exclamation. Things were spiraling out of control. He was spiraling out of control, caught in a sensual maelstrom that stripped him of rational thought. “What have you done to me?”
In response, she snaked her hands between them and, with a savage jerk, ripped his shirt open. He didn’t care. Not when she curled her fingers through the hair on his chest and pinched his hard nipples.
A sharp breath burst from him, hoarse and raw. He closed his eyes, unable to cope with the light filling his office. His body was on acute sensory overload, heightened beyond the norm by her touch.
An animal sound rumbled deep in his throat and, unable to stop himself, he stumbled back, pulling her with him as he collapsed against the edge of his desk. She slipped between his parted thighs, her groin rubbing against his. His breath burst from him in ragged pants, his shaft so hard it was almost painful.
“Christ, Sienna,” he groaned, incapable of articulating the rolling pleasure consuming him. Her lips explored his chin, his jaw, his throat, her tongue flicking and teasing as she rotated her hips slowly against his throbbing erection, wringing another guttural moan from him. “What have you done to me?”
She dragged her hands down his exposed chest, her nails leaving burning trails on his flesh as they traveled to the waistband of his trousers. His straining erection would be in her hands in seconds. She would hold him in her hands, and he wouldn’t stop her. The ability to think coherently had been shattered the moment her lips touched his bare flesh. She had reduced him to a creature of pure sexual response.