Just as he couldn’t get enough of her.
She’d run from him. He hunted her down. And now he would enjoy the devouring.
David broke their kiss but only so he could nip at the flesh of her neck. He licked her where he bit her, making shudders rise along with a rush of goosebumps. He chuckled. She was so much more responsive than anyone he’d ever been with, her noise, her physical responses, the way her eyes darkened and yet brightened, her desire as easy to read as her need.
She needed him.
And it seemed as though he needed her, too.
His mouth busy dropping kisses over her neck, he ached to feel her beneath his hands. Maneuvering to face her completely, he wrapped his hands around her waist, making sure his thumbs brushed the undersides of her lush breasts. God, they were perfect.
She hummed deep in her throat, and he took that as a sign that she wanted more. Hell—he wanted more. So much more. Cupping her breasts, he rubbed her hard nipples through the soft fabric of her conservative blouse. If she’d been wearing a shirt like the one she wore the day they met, he’d already have his hands on her naked flesh. And his mouth. Lord, his mouth watered to take her nipples between his lips and suck, bite, bring her to orgasm with that alone.
She arched her back, thrusting her aching breast into his greedy hands. He pinched her nipple, just hard enough to elicit a sensation of pain but that quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure. Diana groaned. Her response to him was electric. Powerful. He’d never felt such intensity before.
Realizing where this was headed, he did what he really didn’t want to do…
Trembling, Diana watched with hooded eyes as David removed his desperate hands from her body. He immediately felt the loss of her heat.
He wanted her to come like their first night together—screaming his name and flooding the room with the scent of peaches and pleasure, but the next time he made her come it would be when they were both naked and he had all the time in the world to make her cry out his name.
Not in an Escalade.
Fuck, he was hard, his cock like an iron pipe in his trousers. In that moment, he would have given anything to be back in their room at the Incantata, where he could find his release. Perhaps he’d let her suck him off, her beautiful lips wrapped around him. Or, he’d take her up against the door the minute they walked through it. It was a toss-up. Either way, he’d get his, and then he’d give her another. As he said, he was generous.
He nearly came just watching her come undone from his touch alone, his low moans of delight vibrating the air between them until her breath caught. She gasped, pushing away from him, probably to find some solidity on the seat beside him. Though several inches separated them, it still felt as though he were inside her, teasing her, her presence overcoming him, her desire feeding his own.
“Come to dinner with me Friday night,” he demanded, his voice deep, the words rumbling from his chest without thought. But once he’d said them, he knew that’s what he wanted—but just the first part. They’d have dinner, he’d ask her about her connection to Ayers and the Incantata, and once she’d admitted she had planned to entice him for her own gain, he’d let her do it all over again. This time, though, he would be the one enticing her for his own gain. His aching hard cock in her tight hot pussy—he’d certainly gain a few orgasms that way.
“Dinner?” she repeated, her golden eyebrows shooting up her forehead.
“Dinner.” He tipped his head, looking at her from a new angle. What was she thinking? Why were her eyes so guarded? The usual bright green was darkened by shadows. Ah, she had to be wondering if he was on to her plan. He hid a smile as he turned to peer out the window.
“You want to go to dinner with me?” she said slowly as if measuring each word.
He turned back to her, scanning her expression. She stiffened under his examination.
“Come now, Diana. I know there is something you aren’t telling me, and I have never been one to stand idly by and let something like that go.” She gasped, her eyes widening. He reached out and traced the O of her mouth. “We’ll have dinner, we’ll talk, then…” He shrugged one shoulder, leaning the other one into Diana. He could feel her shuddering as she breathed. “We will see how the evening progresses.” His tone spoke of promises; he wanted her to know what she was walking into because he didn’t want the coy Diana at dinner, he wanted the Diana who nearly came apart in his lap.
His pants still too tight, he sucked in a breath and finally leaned back, patiently waiting for her to come to the conclusion that she had no choice but to give in to him.
“Fine,” she breathed, “I’ll go.” David dismissed the rush of victory that hit him and grinned at her, making sure to keep the wolfish triumph from his expression.
“Good. Good.” He nodded, hoping she wouldn’t notice the actual happiness in his voice. God, he was a fool, practically slavering after her, but now wasn’t the time to ponder why. Now was the time for making plans. “Friday night. I’ll pick you up from Ayers’s building at five sharp.”
She pinched her lips together, obviously displeased by his demand for her punctuality on his terms. Instead of raking him over the coals—as he somewhat wished she would (he loved a good row between lovers)—she
