“Then tell me, Casey,” she retorted, albeit breathlessly.
Her clit was aching with a swollen intensity she didn’t know if she could bear much longer. In turn, she could feel the clench and flushed arousal tightening her pussy as well as the heated, slick warmth easing through it.
Had she ever been this aroused by him?
She was certain she had never been this aroused in her life. For him or any other man. For anything or at any time.
His eyes were still blazing with fury, his expression twisted with it when she lifted her leg and let it slide up the outside of his.
The silk of her skirt slid back along her thighs, the rasp of his jeans against her sensitive inner thigh had her breath catching.
His gaze jerked down, locked on the pale flesh as her skirt slid back.
When his eyes came back to her, that rage was diluted, the smallest bit, with another fire. One of hunger and of lust.
“There’s not nothing, not a single friggin’ thing your father has that I want with the exception of his stubborn, wayward, completely intractable daughter.”
“Completely intractable?” Her hands pushed beneath the soft cotton of his shirt and touched the iron-hard abs beneath.
With just her nails, she stroked up his abdomen, being certain to find the flat, hard points of his male nipples.
His fingers wrapped immediately around her wrists, holding her in place.
“What the hell are you up to?”
Had she ever made the first move when it came to their sexual encounters? Casey knew she hadn’t. She’d always left that first step to him.
Until tonight.
Until this confrontation.
And now, she was simply hotter than hell. Hot enough to burn through his senses and make him almost, almost, forget the anger surging through him.
It was his pride. That sheer male core of the man that she had stabbed that dagger into. To dare to suggest that he wanted more than the woman he was holding in his arms was more than he could countenance.
How could anything she or her father possessed or had access to be more important?
“I could get up to many things,” she whispered. “But at the moment, I’m more interested in what you’re up to.”
Her hips tilted upward, causing her lower stomach to press and rub against the erection barely contained by his jeans.
Releasing her wrists he allowed one hand to slide along her arm until he reach her underarm. From there, his hand skimmed down her side, to her lifted leg. Curving his fingers beneath her thigh, he reached around until he could rub the silk of her panties against her sensitive pussy.
There, he found her hot and wet, the juices of her pussy dampening her panties as he rubbed against the sensitive bare lips beneath the material.
Her head tilted back. Dark, violet eyes became drowsy, heavy-lidded as her hand smoothed back down his abs to the heavy arousal beneath his jeans.
“You make me want to bite nails.” His tone was between a growl and a hungry groan. A sound he had never made before with a woman he couldn’t stop wanting, no matter how often he had her.
“Is that what you want to do?” she asked softly, her fingers curving around the hard shaft pounding beneath them.
“That, among other things.” Narrowing his eyes, he watched her closely, wondering how far she would go.
It was the first time she had made the first move; was she willing to continue that path? At least, for as long as he could allow it.
He was all for Sheila making her mark on him. Hell, there were nights he dreamed of it, fantasized about it.
Then, her hand slid away as disappointment began to tighten his body. But only as long as it took for him to realize those slender, delicate hands were gripping the hem of her camisole top and slowly easing it upward until she drew it over her head.
His breath caught, then he completely lost the ability to breathe as the sheer lace of her bra revealed the spiked, dark pink of her nipples as they begged so prettily for attention.
They were pert and eager for his touch, and he couldn’t resist lifting his hands and framing the generous mounds that cushioned the candied perfection.
Raking his thumbs over them, he watched as her breathing roughened, a flush rushed across her face, and the drowsy sensuality in her expression increased.
Busy, industrious, and determined, her fingers hadn’t forgotten their task, either.
They loosened his belt, sliding one end free of the other before they moved to each of the metal buttons. They slipped free easily, the heavy denim parting to reveal the engorged, iron-hard length of his cock.
His teeth clenched as her fingers, cool and slender, inquisitive and filled with eager pleasure, wrapped partially around the shaft and began to caress it.
“Fuck. Sheila, love, I don’t know if I can stand this for long.”
“Ah, poor baby,” she whispered as his lips moved over hers, then brushed over them.
“I bet you think this is all the courage I have in me too.” She was laughing. Casey could hear the amusement in her voice and it only spurred his determination that tonight, in this office, he would damned well own her when they were finished.
He was sick of this damned cat-and-mouse game they kept playing. Sick of chasing after her, knowing damned good and well she wanted him clear to her soul, and yet she still refused to admit it.
“You belong to me.” It was a warning, and one he hoped she took seriously.
But as he made the claim, he made certain she couldn’t fight against it too hard.
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