‘No, you don’t.’ He contradicted her smoothly. ‘You want to hate me but you can’t, just as I can’t hate you. And I picked you because I can’t keep my hands off you.’
Her heart rate doubled and she dug her nails in her palms, reminding herself of what he’d just done. ‘You kissed me for the cameras.’
Even to her own ears she sounded like a sulky child and she almost groaned as Zander gave an all-male chuckle.
‘I kissed you because you looked delectable, agape mou,’ he said softly, closing the distance between them and sliding a long finger under her chin. ‘Look at me.’
She resisted at first but the relentless pressure of his finger increased until she was forced to look at him. He slid his other arm around her hips and pulled her firmly against him.
She gasped as she felt the thickness of his erection through the thin fabric of her dress.
‘Zander—’
‘You think I manufacture this for the cameras?’
He gave a rueful smile and she fell headlong into the charm of that smile with a catch of her breath.
‘You’re a louse—’
He slid a hand round her cheek and ran his thumb over her soft mouth. ‘I refuse to fight with you—’
Her tongue flickered out and touched his thumb and their eyes locked for endless seconds while the tension grew, tension that had been building steadily for the two weeks they’d been together.
They cracked at the same moment.
With a violent curse Zander crashed his mouth down on hers just as she rose on tiptoe, her hands locked in the front of his shirt, dragging him towards her.
It was a bruising, brutal, desperate kiss that was the result of weeks of denial.
He grasped her head in his hands, his strong fingers biting into her scalp as he held her fast. His kiss was dark and dangerous, rough and raw, and her mouth opened under the burning heat of his, welcoming the fire.
Without releasing her head, he pushed her back against the door, flattening her body with his. He ground his hips hard against her and she sobbed his name against his mouth, squirming against the blatant evidence of his arousal.
He lifted her in one strong movement, jerking up her dress and crashing her back against the door, supporting her easily with his powerful body.
She shifted against him, struggling to relieve the throb in her pelvis, and he swore and anchored her with strong hands, his movements sure and skilful as he tore the delicate silk of her panties.
She arched in anticipation, but he held her firmly, his first thrust so shockingly hard and hot that she cried out in shock and relief, the sound mingling with his kiss.
It was sex at its most basic, a splintering, blistering animal mating, so physically intense that it was beyond the scope of human description. It was fast and hard and utterly primitive, each thrust so deep that she sobbed aloud with agonising pleasure.
Her eyes closed and he dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing laboured as he joined them in the most intimate way possible.
‘Look at me, Anni—’ His hoarse command penetrated her brain and her eyes flew open, connecting with the blaze in his. ‘Look at me.’
So she did and he possessed every single part of her as he drove them both to the ultimate satisfaction.
Sensation ripped through her and her climax hit so hard that she cried out in disbelief, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body convulsed around his. He swore and thrust hard, his body erupting into hers with hot, liquid force and she clung to him, unable to draw breath, suspended at another level until gradually the contractions faded and she went limp in his arms.
He closed his eyes briefly
and then gently he withdrew and lowered her to the ground, stifling her soft gasp with his mouth.
‘God, Anni—’ His arms were still round her, holding her against him, supporting her when her own legs wouldn’t.
Her face was buried in his chest, breathing in his male smell, feeling the dampness of his flesh against her burning cheeks. He was all hard muscle and throbbing masculinity and she closed her eyes tightly, struggling with the reality of what they’d just shared.
She didn’t want to speak.