“I have to go back to work.”
“And I have a meeting at two. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business.
Now, sit down.”
“What do you think we’re going to work out?” Sighing, he scooped me up like a bride and carried me over to the sofa. He dropped me on my butt; then sat next to me. “Your objections. It’s time to discuss what it’s going to take to get you beneath me.”
“A miracle.” I pushed back from him, widening the space between us. I tugged at the hem of my emerald green skirt, wishing I’d worn pants instead. “I find your approach crude and offensive.”
And a major turn-on, but I was never going to admit it.
He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. “It may be blunt, but it’s honest. You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who wants bul shit and flattery instead of the truth.”
“What I want is to be seen as having more to offer than an inflatable sex dol .”
Cross’s brows shot up. “Wel , then.”
“Are we done?” I stood.
Wrapping my wrist with his fingers, he pul ed me back down. “Hardly. We’ve established some talking points: We have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. So what do you want—
exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced?”
I was equal y fascinated and appal ed by the conversation. And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Stil , the dismay won out. “Sex that’s planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me.”
“Establishing parameters in the beginning makes it less likely that there’l be exaggerated expectations and disappointment at the conclusion.”
“Are you kidding?” I scowled. “Listen to yourself.
Why even cal it a fuck? Why not be clear and cal it a seminal emission in a preapproved orifice?” He pissed me off by throwing his head back and laughing. The ful , throaty sound flowed over me like a rush of warm water. My awareness of him heightened to a physical y painful degree. His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human. Flesh and blood. Real.
I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach.
“Casual sex doesn’t have to include wine and roses, but for God’s sake, whatever else it is, sex should be personal. Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least.”
His humor fled as he stood, his eyes darkening.
“There are no mixed signals in my private affairs. You want me to blur that line. I can’t think of a good reason to.”
“I don’t want you to do jack shit, besides let me get back to work.” I strode to the door and yanked on the handle, cursing softly when it didn’t budge. “Let me out, Cross.”
I felt him come up behind me. His palms pressed flat to the glass on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. I couldn’t think of my own self-preservation when he was so close.
The strength and demand of his wil exuded an almost tangible force field. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him.
Everything outside of that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. That he had such a profound, visceral effect on me while being so damn irritating had my mind spinning. How could I be so turned on by a man whose words should’ve turned me completely off?
“Turn around, Eva.”
My eyes closed against the surge of arousal I felt at his authoritative tone. God, he smel ed good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him. The uncontrol able response was intensified by my lingering frustration with Stanton and my more recent aggravation with Cross himself.
I wanted him. Bad. But he was no good for me.
Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. I didn’t need any help.
My flushed forehead touched the air-conditioned glass. “Let it go, Cross.”
“I am. You’re too much trouble.” His lips brushed behind my ear. One of his hands pressed flat to my stomach, the fingers splaying to urge me back against him. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back. “Turn around and say good-bye.”
Disappointed and regretful, I turned in his grip, sagging against the door to cool my heated back. He was curved over me, his luxurious hair framing his beautiful face, his forearm propped against the door to bring him closer. I had almost no room to breathe. The hand he’d had at my waist was now resting on the curve of my hip, tightening reflexively and driving me mad. He stared, his gaze searingly intense.
“Kiss me,” he said hoarsely. “Give me that much.” Panting softly, I licked my dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the gentleness of the pressure he exerted. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long leisurely licks.
His kiss was confident, skil ed, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly.
I distantly registered my purse hitting the floor; then my hands were in his hair. I pul ed on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. I felt the raging beat of his heart against my chest, proof that he wasn’t just a hopeless ideal conjured by my fevered imagination.
He pushed away from the door. Cupping the back of my head and the curve of my buttocks, he lifted me off my feet. “I want you, Eva. Trouble or not, I can’t stop.” I
