His Terms

Yeah, she was feeling this connection, too, and for the first time in Rian’s life he really didn’t want his time with her to end. It seemed her smart mouth, attitude, and overall personality of not taking his shit had burst through the tough exterior of the wall he had created around his heart. He smiled, not responding to her statement, because he knew he was looking at her funny.

He had just realized that he was falling for this woman, and that was messing with his perfectly placed and ordered life.

22

Sorcha smoothed her hands down her thighs and breathed out slowly through her mouth. She didn’t know why she was so damn nervous about tonight. It was just a dinner party, nothing really “work” related, although she knew all of these types of gatherings were about networking with other wealthy people.

She glanced over at Rian, but he was preoccupied with messaging on his phone.

Was he speaking with someone from work, or his ex? He had told her his ex had contacted him, but he hadn’t gone into specifics, not that she would have wanted him to anyway. But Sorcha wanted to be prepared if a shit storm was coming her way. She had seen the tantrums some of these rich bitches threw when they didn’t get their way.

Hell, a few of them had called the office furious at Rian for one reason or another. Sorcha might hold her own, but that didn’t mean she wanted to cause a scene.

She turned back toward the passenger window and stared out at the scenery passing her by. They were moving out of the city and more into the less populated part of the area. It was strange to see the skyscrapers leaving and these massive, elegant houses flashing by the limo.

When she heard him breathe out she looked at him again. “Everything okay?”

He waved off her statement and exhaled loudly, but she still didn’t look at him again. Instead she lifted her hand and ran her fingers over the smooth, circular pearl of one of her earrings, thinking about the real man that she was starting to really care for.

“I’m sorry, Sorcha. I didn’t mean to brush you off.”

She stared at him, surprised that he had actually apologized.

“It’s just one fucking thing after another.” He smiled, but it was totally forced. “Do you accept my apology?”

She couldn’t help it. She smiled, and her heart melted right then and there when he said those words. He was being sincere, and she appreciated it. “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded, as if pleased she believed him. “You’re nervous.” He didn’t state it as a question.

“I am, but then again it’s pretty scary going to something like this.”

“It’s just a dinner party.”

“To you, maybe. To me it’s a bunch of millionaires smoking cigars and drinking thirty-year-old cognac.”

He started chuckling. “It’s rather boring to be honest. The women are in competition on who is wearing the most expensive jewelry and who has the best one of a kind dress.” He grinned. “And the men sit around pretending they aren’t in competition, too, and smoking cigars as they trade stories of the stock market and how much they’ve made so far this year.”

She was the one to start chuckling now. “Sounds really boring. You mean no one gets drunk and starts dirty dancing on the floor?”

“That sounds like a dinner party I’d much rather go to.” He smiled, and before she knew what was happening he had a hand on her thigh and was leaning in close to her face. “You know, you’re too good for me.” He was being serious, but she had to tease him.

“I know.” She grinned and saw his mouth spread into a smile, too.

He pressed his lips to hers only seconds later, speared his tongue into her mouth, and had her on fire instantly. Rian moved his mouth slowly yet thoroughly against hers at the same time he slipped her dress up her legs and moved his hand between her thighs.

“How fast do you think I can get you off, baby?” he murmured against her mouth.

“I think you’re talented enough to make quick work.” She grinned against his lips and then gasped when he pressed his hand to her pussy. The groan that came from him was deep, and she swore she felt the vibrations all the way through her.

“You did without the panties, Sorcha?” He started rubbing her flesh back and forth, swifter with each passing second, and she knew she’d come so soon that he’d keep his word. “You’re a cock-tease, baby. You knew I was going to touch you, and you purposefully left the panties off.” He was touching her faster, harder, and she grew wetter.

Letting her head fall back on the seat, she closed her eyes. “I like teasing your cock.”

He applied pressure to her clit, and she gasped out. Before she knew what was happening he had her hauled up on his lap, with her legs on either side of him and resting on the seat. He took hold of the back of her neck in his hand and yanked her forward to claim her mouth. With his other hand he moved it between their bodies, and when she heard his zipper being pulled down her heart rate increased.