Helplessly, she sat and stared as he hit the button to raise the darkly tinted partition between them and their chaperone. David was effectively cutting her off from her only bit of safety. Back there, in the quiet heaviness of the Escalade, she and David were utterly alone.
What did you expect when he asked to speak with you privately? Hell, she had no idea what she was doing, and it didn’t help that she couldn’t stop looking at him.
He turned, catching her staring at him, and he grinned wickedly. A blast of heat jolted her, making her heart pound. How was it that this man could reduce her to carnality with a single look?
“Now, Diana, why are you all the way over there?” He patted the seat next to him, his grin still there. “I promise I won’t bite.” Yet. She heard what he didn’t say, which made the blood near the surface of her skin heat to combustion.
“I am fine right where I am,” she replied, her voice, thankfully, controlled. “Why don’t you tell me what it is you wanted to discuss.” Get it over with, get back to my office, spend several long minutes taking long, deep breaths.
He tipped his head, his gaze lingering on hers until it dipped to her mouth.
“Never let it be said that I don’t give a little,” he murmured before sliding across the seat until his muscled thigh touched hers. Once again, his scent engulfed her, as did his nearness. All pulsing masculinity, moving from him in heavy waves that struck at all her soft, feminine bits.
She tried to move away, but the armrest on the door pressed against her back. Trapped. In a car. With David Brenner. She swallowed, knowing full well that it wasn’t fear driving her, but rather her desire for a man she shouldn’t want.
“Now that you are uncomfortably close, Mr. Brenner, what was it you wanted to discuss with me? Is it pertaining to your case with Ayers?” Please, please let it be about business!
You sad hussy, you know you want him to ravish you again.
Nope. Nope. Nope. No ravishment.
He didn’t speak at first, instead he stared at her, peeling away the layers of her that were her only protection against him. As she watched, he bit his plump bottom lip and she nearly groaned. She wanted to do that, to feel the flesh of his mouth give beneath her teeth. She knew he’d groan, just as he’d done that night when she’d finally let go, allowing herself to give in to her hunger for him.
Nope! You can’t do that again! You have a baby to think about now.
Mentally counting to ten, she began again. “Mr. Brenner—”
“David,” he interjected, raising his hand to lift a strand of her hair. He gazed at it as he rubbed it between his fingers. “Surely, we’ve passed the point of all that formality.” He dropped the strand of hair and reached out, his finger sliding along her cheek.
She trembled beneath his simple yet devastating touch, the urge to close her eyes and just feel was like a wave crashing over her.
“Mr. Brenner,” she tried again, her voice a husky mess. She needed this to remain professional—no talk of that night at the Incantata. Diana wouldn’t survive otherwise.
His slid his finger to her jaw then down her neck before resting it at the pulse point beside her collarbone. Entranced by his movements and the caress of his flesh against her own, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into him. With his other hand he cupped her face, his thumb rubbing her cheek as he leaned in, his breath dancing over her mouth.
“David,” she murmured, pleading—but for what?
“Diana,” he groaned before his mouth crashed to hers, slamming the door to her mind closed, and opening up the floodgates of her hunger.
Unable to think past that moment, that sensation of his mouth against hers, his tongue sliding over her lips, she moaned, incoherent, as he thrust his tongue inside, snapping the last string holding her thoughts together.
She was a goddamn goner.
Chapter 13
God, she tasted as good as he remembered; sweet, with a silky tongue, hot mouth, and unquenchable thirst for what he could give her. Only him. If she wanted him, she could have him—he wasn’t known for his generosity, except for in the bedroom, and that was exactly where he wanted Diana. In his bed, beneath his mouth, crying out his name as she came all over his face.
Bloody hell. If he didn’t get a hold of himself, he’d fuck her right there in the Escalade. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had sex in the back of a car but, for some reason, it seemed too unworthy for the experience he wanted to have with Diana. No. He wanted Diana’s screams of pleasure for his ears only. He wanted to be able to lay her down, peel the pantsuit from her body, kiss every inch of her, and then he’d make her ride him. Hard. Their bodies slapping together until she came all over his cock as he spilled every last drop of his come inside her, letting her milk him for every last rope of his seed.
Wait a tick— Since when did he ever consider coming inside a woman? It was unheard of. Ridiculous. Bloody mad. He never fucked a woman raw, and it wasn’t the fear of pregnancy, either. He knew where he’d been, but he never knew where his partner had been. Better safe than sorry. But…with Diana…there was something about her that made him want to claim her. Perhaps an innocence. In the way she blushed, how her breath would catch when he’d smile at her, and in the way her body had seemed to come alive beneath him when he’d taken her. It was as though she’d never known such things before.
Startled by that singular thought, David nearly
