“And what makes you think I’m interested in you? Maybe I’m already dating someone. Have you ever considered the possibility I’m not available?”
Using one arm, he grabbed her around the waist. Her wood dust coating her clothing no longer a thought in his mind. So fucking what if his suit got dirty? The press of her body against his was worth the dry-cleaning bill. Her soft form against his released something inside him.
“Come on, Camille. You and I both know there’s no one else. You would have told me if there was during one of our phone calls this week.” Looking at her a bit closer, he shook his head. Raising one hand to her face, he rubbed his thumb across her soft cheek. She didn’t flinch or pull away from him. No, his little minx did the exact opposite. Biting her lip, she leaned closer. “Even if there were someone else, he’d be gone after today.”
Her brow scrunched up in a frown, and she pulled back to stare at him. The fire in her eyes turned him on, and his dick pleaded with him to bend her over the desk and make her scream his name.
“A little sure of yourself, aren’t you? You don’t know me that well,” she snarked.
“Don’t try to deny it, Camille. You want me as much as I want you.” Reaching his other hand up, he grabbed her behind the neck. Pulling her even tighter against him, he brought his head down. His lips were within inches of hers. “Tell me you aren’t intrigued? Tell me you don’t want to explore what’s happening between us right now?”
She whimpered, her lips falling open as her breathing increased. His cock pulsed in response. If only she were making that sound as she lay naked beneath him.
“I like my life.” Her whispered words told him she was affected by him as well. He wasn’t alone with his feelings.
“Life with me can be better.”
Her eyes glanced down at his lips as he spoke. Her tongue came out, swiping at her own lips as she held her body close to his. Not once trying to escape his hold.
“I’m a simple woman. My life is calm. Peaceful.”
“Peace and calm can be wonderful things. Personally, I think they’re underrated by the masses. Living a simple life is something I want, too.” Glancing down at her lips, he pulled her a fraction closer. “Kiss me, Camille.”
After a pause, she looked into his eyes, “Why?”
“Because if you don’t kiss me, I’ll be tempted to drag you out of here, drive you to my home, tie you to my bed, and not let you up until I kiss every inch of your beautiful body. I want you screaming my name as I fuck you so hard, your body won’t know how to function without me inside you. When you go to sleep at night, I want to be the person lying next to you. When you wake in the morning, I want your body, mind, and heart craving me. I’m willing to wait for you to catch up, baby. But to do that, I need you to give me one thing.”
Camille’s breathing was harsh. He knew his words affected her deeply. He could feel her hardened nipples as they pressed into his chest. Their bodies were aligned perfectly. When they finally came together, he knew they’d burn hot and bright. But he needed her to give him the opening. Allow him to do this the right way.
“Wh-what is it you need from me?”
Bringing his head down, he brushed his lips over hers. They were soft, feather-light. “Kiss me, sweetheart. Give me a taste of what’s coming. Let me know what I have to look forward to.” His lips curled in a smile as his eyes roamed her face. “Just one kiss to hold me over.”
Indecision showed all over her face. It may have only been a couple seconds, but it felt like years. A soft smile lifted on her lips then she pressed her mouth closer to his.
Heaven.
Tristan took over the kiss as soon as she acquiesced. Grabbing her tighter within his grip, he pressed his tongue against her mouth, breaking the seal as he took the kiss up a notch. This wasn’t going to be some soft kiss between new friends. That’s not what he wanted from her, and he had to make his intentions known.
Grabbing her ass with one hand, he practically lifted her body from the ground as the kiss deepened. Moaning met his ears, and he knew the sound was coming from Camille. Her lower body was flush against his thick cock, and he couldn’t resist jerking his hips against hers. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes popped open in shock, and then the most amazing thing happened. She moaned again, melting into him as her arms wrapped around his body, her hands splayed across his back.
Fuck yeah, this woman was meant to be his.
CHAPTER 4
Looking at herself in the mirror, Camille couldn’t believe how nervous she was about tonight. She was going on a date with Tristan. So what? He was a man, just like any other. It didn’t matter that when he looked at her with that dark chocolate gaze, her knees got weak. Or that when he’d leaned down to kiss her the other day, all she could think of was tearing her clothes off. And his, for that matter.
Just thinking of him, wondering what the night would bring, had her body heated. She’d always known who he was. From the time she was a teenager, his name had been in the air.
He and his family were talked about in hushed tones. Everyone wondered about them. Are they really the ruthless killers' everyone believed them to be? Did they run the criminal underworld with an iron fist? Were the state politicians’ really in their pockets?
Turning away from the mirror, she questioned again why she was willing to go out with him. No, that was a stupid question. She knew precisely why she’d said yes to his invitation.
Not only was he one of the most handsome men she’d ever come across, something about him called to her. Drew her in, even as she swore to herself that she would pull away. His eyes devoured her. Mouth tantalized her. Voice made her crave for more.
She’d been a goner from the first moment they’d met. She hadn’t felt that type of pull in a very long time. Unfortunately, her last long-term lover hadn’t been able to handle the kind of woman she was. Not many men could.
Sure, she could clean up nice and wear a little black dress with the best of them. Case-in-Point, her body looked damn good in the svelte, knee-length dress and four-inch sapphire blue heels. She’d decided to wear her hair loose and curly along her back. No, her looks had never been the issue, but she wasn’t a vain woman. She’d seen enough of the world to know that beauty was in the eyes of the beholder. Looks faded. It was inevitable.