“You’re right. Let’s change the subject.” I stepped away from her, my plans for an afternoon ride vanishing like smoke. “Come on, I’m in the mood for shooting some pool. Do you play?”
“We’ll soon see.”
“I promise I’ll be gentle.”
She gave me a wicked look. “No need. I like it a little rough, remember?”
I bit back a groan.
My desire for this woman…I had a feeling it was going to be the death of me.
TAYLOR
“You and I should talk.”
Bull looked up from his desk. “This is twice in two days that you’ve burst into my office. I’m sensing a pattern.”
“I think we should lay our cards on the table.”
He leaned back in his chair. “Go on.”
“You’re right. I am attracted to you, and it’s damn distracting. But I need you to know that I can’t afford for it to go any further.”
“It sounds like this might be up for negotiations.”
“Really? Because I’m pretty sure what I said meant the complete opposite.”
He rose to his feet, his mesmerizing gaze warming my skin from across the room. “What’s it going to take to get you to give in to me?”
Despite myself, I smiled at his arrogance. “A lobotomy.”
His lips twitched. “Give me one night and I’ll change your mind.”
“I told you, I don’t do one-night stands.”
“And I told you I don’t date,” he said, walking over to stand in front of me.
“Neither do I.”
“So, we’re on the same page.”
I pressed my palm against his rock-hard chest. “No, we’re on very different pages.”
“How so?”
“You want to fuck me until you’ve had your fill. And I don’t want to sleep with my boss.”
His eyes were full of heat. “Oh, darlin’, I promise you, there’ll be no sleeping involved.”
I raised an eyebrow at his cockiness. “And I promise you, there’ll be no fucking involved, either.”
I moved away from him. Because being that close to him was dangerous.
“It could be uncomplicated and mutually enjoyable for both of us.” He was completely at ease as he leaned against his desk, his big fingers gripping the edge, and his silver wallet chain dangling against his black pants.
“So I’ve heard.”
A hint of a smile touched his lips, and a lustful shiver ran through me when I let myself imagine the way they would feel moving over mine.
“I didn’t think gossip would be your thing,” he said.
“It’s not. But working here, I see a lot. I hear what they say about you…see the lust in their eyes. You’re powerful. Women fall all over themselves to get close to you. Every club girl out there wants your attention. Hell, every soccer mom wants to drop their good-girl panties and ride you in the backseat of their SUVs. And why not? You’re fucking hot. You’re the king of kings.”
“I’m also fucking great in bed.”
My eyes narrowed. “Is that why you’re trying so hard with me? I don’t want you, so I’m a challenge?”
He started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
He stood up and walked over to me, towering above me. “Darlin’, you want me, you’re just not ready to admit it yet.”
His arrogance was astounding.
And kind of sexy.
Not that I’d ever admit it.
I folded my arms across my chest. “Is that so?”
“It’s written all over your face.”
His smile disappeared, replaced by heat and seduction as his eyes glittered all over me.
“You think you keep your cards close to your chest, but you don’t. Your body tells me everything I need to know.”
When his fingers found the curve of my jaw, my hands fell to my side and I trembled beneath his tenderness.
His gaze was searing.
His touch merciless in its pleasure.
His voice luxuriously dark and seductive.
“Like the way you clench your teeth so hard your jaw ticks because you know you’re fighting a losing battle.”
His fingertips whispered across my cheek, until his thumb found my mouth and glided over the delicate skin of my lower lip.
“The way you bite down on your lip when you know you shouldn’t want something but you can’t help it, because you want it so bad you can taste it.”
I had to resist drawing him into my mouth, because the way he was looking at me had me spellbound.
But before I could part my lips, his fingers trailed down the curve of my throat and over the slope of my collarbone toward the swell of my breast.
And Christ, I wanted him to touch me there.
Every cell of my being screamed for him to push my tank top down and secure those glorious lips over my tight, aching nipples.
My lips parted with want.
My pulse raged in my neck.
I had to squeeze my legs together to quell the aching throb.
I wanted him to take my breasts in his big hands.
I wanted him to torturously suck each nipple.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he pressed his palm to the spot over my heart and secured his eyes to mine. “The way your heart beats faster whenever we’re close.”