“Don’t be too sure about that,” he said quietly.
Julie held his gaze. “And you wouldn’t let anything happen to me,” she said softly.
“Things go wrong,” he insisted, his voice low and gritty. “What if your target figures out he’s being set up? He corners you. What do you do?”
She wasn’t going to wait for him to make the next move. It was time to stop fantasizing and go for it. She curled her arms over Eric’s strong shoulders and linked her hands behind his head. “I cling against him and move him closer.”
She saw the desire. “Julie…”
“Eric…”
He reached for her hands and raised them above her head. The position placed her at a disadvantage, but it also brought Eric closer.
“What if I pin you to the door?” he asked roughly. “You’re powerless.”
“Not quite.” She felt alive. Sensual. Slightly out-of-control. Julie arched her spine and pressed her breasts against his hard chest before rocking her hips against him.
His fingers squeezed against her wrists. The telltale movement excited her. “Defenseless,” he said roughly as he leaned into her.
She lifted her foot out of her sandal and grazed her foot against his leg.
Eric squeezed his eyes shut. She knew he was at the breaking point.
“Julie, I warned you about trying these aliases on me. Stop it now or there will be consequences.”
Julie flicked her tongue along his mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw the hungry gleam in his eyes. Dark excitement curled in the pit of her stomach.
Eric’s mouth came down on hers. It was a clash of lips, teeth and tongues. It was aggression and pure need. This was what she longed for, Julie thought wildly as desire coiled low in her pelvis. She didn’t want Eric to treat her as a princess. She wanted him to treat her like a woman.
Eric let go of her wrists and she took immediate advantage of her release by grabbing his shirt. She yanked it out of his pants, pulling at his buttons with wild abandon as she kissed him hungrily.
She pushed his shirt past his shoulders, her movements hurried and desperate. She needed to see him and feel his muscles clench under her touch. She wanted to taste his hot skin and listen to him moan.
Julie felt his big, masculine hand on her shoulder. She felt him push down her shoulder strap. One fierce tug and her dress slid to her waist, pooling at her hips. Her breasts were naked, her nipples tight with anticipation.
Eric’s forceful kisses bruised her mouth and he claimed her breasts with his hands. His skin was rough against her flesh, the friction heightening her arousal. Julie groaned and pulled him closer. She wanted his hands all over her.
He tore his mouth from her lips, his breath harsh and uneven to her ears. Eric rested his forehead against hers and she felt him trying to hold back and gather the last of his self-control. That was the last thing she wanted. She needed his mouth on her breasts. She wanted him to lick her. Bite. Tease. She pushed at his shoulders.
Eric bent down and captured her nipple with his mouth. She shivered with delight. Julie closed her eyes as he teased her with his tongue and the sharp edge of his teeth. Her skin felt tight and tingly. He drew her nipple in his mouth and she felt the pull all the way to her core.
Eric grabbed her dress from her waist and pulled it past her hips. She only wore a pair of black lace panties. The fragile lace felt heavy and constricting. She had to get them off right now.
Julie hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shucked them off. She stepped out of them and impatiently kicked her clothes to the side. She stood before him only in a pair of shoes as Eric cupped her.
Julie spread her legs wide as he stroked the folds of her sex. She rocked her head from side to side as he dipped one finger, then two, inside her. When he teased her clit with his thumb, her mind slowly shut down.
He pressed down hard and lust blazed through her as the all-consuming pleasure overtook her. Eric covered his mouth with hers before she let out a cry.
The sensations were still rippling through her when Eric grabbed her hips and turned her around. The sudden move was disorienting and Julie automatically flattened her palms on the wood door to maintain her balance.
This wasn’t what she had planned. She wanted to wrap her legs around Eric’s lean waist and hold on tight as he drove deep in her. This way she had no control over him. The loss of power was as startling as it was thrilling.
Her heart pounded against her chest when she heard the rustle of his jeans and the metallic sound of his zipper. Eric seized her hips again. Placing his leg between hers, she spread her feet so she had a wider stance, offering a naughty, sinful invitation.