He smelled good. Too good.
“Why would you say that?”
“Because you wanted a reason for him to come back inside and see us this way.”
“You’re the one who hopped on the desk. You’re the one touching me. How could I have planned that?”
“Maybe you didn’t plan the exact position of our bodies, but you still planned for us to be caught in a compromising way.”
“Compromising?” His eyebrows rose.
Her hand fell onto the desk. No, onto his hand, as it rested near her body. “You wanted him to see us together. All part of setting the scene, hmm? Letting word spread that we’re involved.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You were standing near me, looking sexy as fuck, so it was hard to concentrate on the damn paperwork. That is the truth. I didn’t set anything up, but I can’t say I’m not glad he caught us this way. Now he knows to stay the hell away from you.” His jaw hardened. “The bastard laughed when I said we were involved.”
“Because he didn’t believe you.”
“Because he thought he’d have you.”
This was…Her brows rose. “You’re seriously jealous?”
“Sweetheart, want more truth from me?”
“I do enjoy it.” Even though it was making her heart pound in a quick, nervous rhythm.
“Then let me be clear. I am jealous as fuck. I knew Ross had asked you out. I’d seen the guy lingering too often by your office back in Asheville. I didn’t think he had a shot in hell with you.” A pause. “But then again, I didn’t think I had a shot, either. Now that I have had you…” His gaze fell to her mouth. “I want you again and again. The idea of anyone else touching you—of Ross so much as putting a hand on you—it drives me crazy. Makes me want to rip his head off.”
She absorbed this new development. “I think I should be clear, too.”
He waited. Focused on her with that fierce gaze of his. When Antony focused fully and completely on something—someone—he was mesmerizing. She couldn’t look away. Not that she wanted to look anywhere else.
“I have zero interest in Ross,” she told him. “If I’d been interested in him, I would have taken him up on one of his many drink or dinner offers. He’s not my type. So you have nothing to be jealous of.”
“What is your type?”
“Apparently, my type runs to arrogant, genius assholes.”
His lips parted.
She grabbed his lapels and hauled him toward her. “He’s coming back. How about we give him a show he won’t forget?”
Antony’s gaze whipped over her shoulder.
She pressed her lips to his. As she’d tossed and turned last night, she’d tried to figure out what in the world to do with Antony. About Antony. She’d kept coming back to one, stark sentence that he’d told her…
I can give you anything you need.
His mouth was open. So was hers. Her tongue swept past his lips and met his. His hands flew to her hips, and he hauled her closer to the edge of the desk, so close that she was pressed tightly to his hips and the hard thrust of his aroused cock. She rubbed against him, arched, and opened her mouth even wider. He was tasting her. Kissing her with an almost savage hunger, and she loved it.
He’d asked her what he’d done wrong when they had sex. If he’d been too rough.
Yes, he had been rough. But she’d loved every single moment with him. Loved it too much. That was one of the reasons she’d left him without a word that morning.
But he’d followed her. Lied to get her back.
She should be angry about the lie. But…
I knew it was a lie. She’d been suspicious when she first saw him and heard his story. Then, though, the attack had come and—
“I don’t think Ross came back,” Antony rumbled when he lifted his head. His gaze had turned fierce with his passion.
She licked her lips and still tasted him. “No?” Her heart slammed against her chest. She realized that she was still fisting his lapels. Whoops. “Guess that was my mistake.”
Slowly, he shook his head. “You don’t make mistakes like that.”
“What are you suggesting? That I wanted to kiss you? And that I just invented a convenient lie in order to get what I wanted?” She let her eyes widen. “Do you mean…I did basically what you did when you first came to Wilde?” She released his lapels. Brought one hand up so that she could tap her chin with her index finger. “Actually, it wasn’t the same