case. I was going to say the things I needed to, in order to get the best outcome for my client—my client being my vagina. I would put Billy’s mind at ease that I wasn’t going to start pulling petals off flowers he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not style.
“I came home with you because I’m attracted to you and I wanted to see what it would be like to act on that attraction. I’m not looking for anything more than tonight. I don’t need pretty words or promises. In fact, I don’t want pretty words or promises. No texts. No calls. Just tonight. I just want tonight.”
CHAPTER 17
Billy
“Just tonight, huh?” I grinned, hoping that Reagan couldn’t see that her words had sucker punched me right in the gut.
Turns out, karma actually was a bitch. I’d never been on this side of the talk. I’d always been the one making the boundaries, never the one on the outside of them. It didn’t feel great to be on this side.
I wanted more than what she was offerin’, but I also didn’t want to pass up the chance to be with her. My heart and my head, the one below the belt, were fighting a war, and I had no idea who was going to be the victor.
“Is there room for negotiation?”
“No.” Reagan stared at me with a look in her eye that I assumed she used in court. Something had shifted in her in the past few minutes. The same confidence that I’d witnessed when I walked into the conference room that morning was back, and it was sexy as hell. My heart waved the white flag of defeat as she held out her hand.
“Do we have a deal?”
Instead of shaking her outreached hand, I wrapped my fingers around her upper arm, tugging her off of her chair and pulling her onto my lap. “Fuck yeah, we have a deal,” I growled before finally giving into the temptation that had been pulling on me since the moment I’d laid eyes on her.
My hand cupped behind her neck and I brought her mouth to mine in a claiming, punishing kiss. There was no build up. No preamble. I just took what I wanted. Pushing past the barrier of her lips, I plunged my tongue into her mouth.
She tasted sweet, an intoxicating mixture of coffee and Jack and Coke. As I explored the recesses of her hot mouth, a moan rumbled up from her chest. I felt the vibration pass through her body and into mine, jolting me with a shock as powerful as if I just walked around the living room in socks for an hour and then touched the doorknob.
The kiss was heating up by the second and the last thing I wanted was for Cheyenne to wake up at this inopportune moment and see something that would scar her for life.
I stood, effortlessly picking Reagan up by palming her backside. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her up the stairs. Halfway up, she broke her lips away from mine and began to lick, kiss, and bite my neck. Seemed I wasn’t the only one with vampire-like impulses.
Her magical mouth was sucking and nipping the sensitive area below my jawline and ear, sending a tingling sensation shooting straight to my rock-hard erection. Every swipe of her talented tongue, or nibble of her teeth sent a shock-wave of bliss down south, causing me to stumble the last few steps down the hall.
Once we made it to my bedroom, I wasted no time in retaking control of her by covering her mouth with mine. I wanted to taste her on my lips; I was hungry for her like a starving man hungry for a steak. She met me lick for lick as our tongues intertwined in an erotic coupling.
I had been right about one thing, we were combustible. My body was engulfed in the fiery heat of arousal. I was used to getting turned on when I touched beautiful women, but the transfer of energy between us was totally brand-new. There was something special about this lady lawyer, that was for damn sure. The sensation was like nothing that ever flowed through me in the past. It was beyond anything I even knew existed.
My entire body was shaking as I lowered her down onto the bed, hovering above her.
I drew back, awe tingeing my voice as I said, “Who are you, and what are you doing to me?”