She stubbornly remained silent, and with a growl of frustration Liam started to pull back.
He’d never forced a woman in his life and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start with this one.
No matter how desperately he wanted her.
But even as he moved, Holly gave a low hiss.
“Fine. I want this,” she rasped, her voice thick.
“No regrets?”
“No regrets.” Her eyes smoldered with a blazing need as she unexpectedly caught his bottom lip between her teeth. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still hate you.”
He gave a choked sound at the sweet pain, nearly coming in his pants.
“You want to play rough?” He abruptly grasped her arms, pinning them above her head so he could snap the handcuffs around her wrists. If he didn’t get her restrained the fun was going to be over before it began. “I’m ready.”
“How rough?” she demanded, licking her lips as he bent to yank off his shoes then shucked off his jeans. The buttons scattered onto the hardwood floor as he jerked his shirt open and tossed it aside.
He ached to feel her against his skin.
“I promised only pleasure,” he said, stepping close enough he could run his fingers lightly down her upstretched arms.
She sucked in a ragged breath, her eyes traveling down his body to linger on the fully erect cock that jutted out in proud need.
Her lips parted. Did she want a taste?
Shit, he hoped so.
There was no way in hell the night was ending before he was between her legs, tasting her sweet honey.
“This is insanity, Liam,” she at last croaked.
His fingers trailed down, teasing the curve of her breasts until she gave a rough groan.
“No. For the first time in months my world is making perfect sense.”
His hands trembled, his heart banging against his ribs hard enough to hurt. He’d never wanted like this. Not when he was a poor, sometimes hungry kid in Dublin. Not when he’d been living on the streets in Vegas. Not even when he’d decided that Angeli Casinos was going to be his. Only Holly could fucking wreck him. Only her.
His fingers continued to drift downward, savoring the flat planes of her stomach before toying with the ribbons of her thong.
“What does that mean?”
“I played the gentleman and nearly lost you.” Grasping the ribbons, he gave them a tug, a hard smile curving his lips as the thong fluttered to the floor. “This time I’m taking what I want.”
CHAPTER THREE
Holly had officially lost her damned mind.
There could be no other explanation for why she was allowing this madness to continue.
And she was allowing it, she was forced to admit.
Liam had been his usual arrogant self, but there was no way she could pretend he’d forced her. Not when she knew that one genuine protest from her would have brought an end to the bizarre encounter.
The truth was that she’d wanted this man from the second she’d caught sight of him at the charity event. And that desire had only intensified over the past six months of working constantly together.
Now her entire body was on fire, demanding to have her hunger sated.