I used my key for the penthouse, then turned to her. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
As Jackson had pointed out, bringing women home wasn’t my usual M.O., and it was even more unusual that women asked to spend the night with me. It turned out my usual vibe was apparently far more prickly than welcoming.
She laughed, the sound low and sexy in the small, enclosed space. “Do I want a night of uninhibited sex and wild abandon?”
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. But if that was what she wanted to call it, I could get onboard with the description.
She stepped closer and twined her arms around my neck, raising herself on her tiptoes as she pressed her body against mine. Then she kissed me, and once again, sparks erupted.
Her hands were in my hair, her fingertips against my scalp, and her tongue teasing mine as our breath mingled.
My cock throbbed between our bodies, and I reached out to the elevator wall to steady us.
“You know what, Patrick?” she whispered when she drew away a little. “A night of uninhibited sex and wild abandon isexactlywhat I want.”
5
JOSEPHINE
Oh my God. I almost didn’t recognize myself. I was like an entirely different person. I was being wild, and wanton, and…spontaneous.
I didn’t do spontaneity. I did control and order and structure and planning.
This was none of those things. I had a man’s mouth against mine and a large bulge between us, and if I rubbed or pressed or moved against it, a growl passed through his chest in response.
Usually, I liked detail and I liked rules. It was how I lived as an accountant. Nothing escaped my attention or notice. Not an errant penny, not a decimal point.
So how had I done this?
Why had I blurted out the question of whether Patrick of the Silver Claw pack wanted to sleep with me? Where hadthatme come from?
It probably didn’t matter.
And it was probably simply a reaction to the stress of the day. An intense need to let off steam by acting out of character. Nothing more than that.
We were two consenting adults, anyway.
And this was probably to be just the first incident in a long line of chaotic events in my life. Things were about to take place that I had absolutely no control over. It wasn’t exactly like I knew what was going to happen tomorrow when I got to Gold Moon Inc.
That wasn’t something I could plan or prepare for. Really, I could only assume it was likely going to be bad if someone in the company was up to no good — multiple someones, most likely — and if we were also about to be on the receiving end of a takeover bid.
I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I wasn’t going to think about business just now. Not while I had a man willing to empty my head of thought and replace it with only sensation.
The ragged sound of his breathing was in my ears, and his hands were warm wherever he touched my skin.
The elevator had stopped moving, but we remained woven together, our arms wrapped around each other, each of us unwilling to break the kiss or draw away.
I breathed him in. Patrick of the Silver Claw pack smelled like leather and money and something else that sent excitement whirling through me. Something vaguely citrus-y, but moodier. Somethingsexy.
Tonight was going to be both an escape and a release. A moment I didn’t have to explain or revisit. I could be someone other than me. And that would all be okay.
No one was judging my behavior or my performance.
I could throw all my anxiety about the future, all my stress over the previous few days into tonight, and no one would ever need to know.
I couldn’t control what was going to happen in the next few days or weeks or months, but I could control myself.
And right now, I could control what was going to happen tonight, and that was enough.