hers. “Don’t worry. I plan to heat every chilled spot on your body.” I seal that promise by dragging my lips over her neck, to her jaw, then settling a breath from her mouth, promising a kiss I don’t deliver. I want to taste her, but I don’t. I linger there, teasing her and me, waiting for the reach of her lips and I pull back, my hands flexing over hers.
“Don’t let go,” I warn, dragging my palms up her arms to settle on her shoulders, and when I look at her I know she doesn’t mean for me to see the fear in her eyes or the sweetness that she rejects because she thinks it makes her weak. “Close your eyes,” I order, forcing her to let go of her control and give in to me.
“What?” she asks, a hint of panic in her voice and expression that tells me I’ve made her feel exposed and vulnerable, an extreme reaction considering all she has to do is open her eyes if she so pleases. It only drives home how on edge she is, and how much she needs a safe place to let go of her control.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“What? Shane—”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Then close your eyes, Emily,” I repeat, pushing the words with a harder command this time.
She inhales sharply and lowers her lashes. “Are you happy now?” she challenges.
My lips quirk with her feisty remark, further convincing me that she’s a fighter that won’t let fear win. “Not yet,” I assure her. “But we both will be soon.”
“How soon?” she asks, more of that breathless sexiness in her voice. I feel it in my groin.
“When we’re both ready.”
“I’m ready.”
Now I’m smiling, and once again, I wonder how that is even possible this night. I lightly stroke my mouth over hers, a tease that is barely there. “You’re ready,” I murmur, letting my breath fan over her lips, “when I say you’re ready.”
I step away from her and her eyes pop open, but her hands remain on the railing. “What if I just grab you and kiss you and—”
“You know the answer.”
“You’ll stop what you aren’t even doing yet.”
“And I won’t either, if you don’t shut your eyes again.”
The look she fixes me with is fierce, as are her words. “I hate you right now,” she declares, and she shuts her eyes.
“Angry sex,” I approve. “Sounds good to me.” I loosen my tie and walk to a table, folding it and setting it on top, reaching for the top button on my shirt, but a master at forcing my own control, I decide not to undress.
Instead, I grab a chair and carry it with me, setting it in front of her. Close. Really damn close the way I want her body to mine, but I don’t touch her. I want her to feel me looking at her, wanting her, planning every place I intend to lick and touch. Her breasts, with her sexy, rose-colored nipples puckered into tight balls. Her flat trembling belly. Her naked sex that will know my tongue sooner than later and then finally, her lovely, heart-shaped face, where her teeth worry her bottom lip. And what I see in her is exactly what I’m after. Nervous excitement. Arousal.
“Shane,” she whispers, telling me I’ve taken her to the edge, where I want her.
“Open your eyes,” I order, and the moment she blinks and finds me sitting in front of her, I cup her backside and lift her into my lap, straddling me, the angle forcing her weight onto the railing.
“Shane,” she hisses, panic in her voice. “Damn it. What if the glass breaks?”
It’s the reaction I’d expected, and it ensures she is one hundred percent here with me. “Easy, sweetheart,” I murmur, my hand flattening on her belly. “It’s reinforced and there’s horizontal steel bands supporting it.” I look her in the eyes, letting her see the certainty I instill in my voice. “But I have you and I won’t let you go.”
“You’re sure.”
“One hundred percent.” I soften my voice. “Relax.”
She inhales and then exhales, and with that breath, I feel the tension in her body ease. I lean over her and press my mouth to the spot between her breasts, cupping one of them, and I have no doubt my stare smolders as I pin her with it. “Trust me.”
Now she shuts her eyes of her own accord, as if that word is not one she can process as