Say I Do (Wilde Ways #10) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,31

just say you’re a big temptation and I am trying helluva hard to keep my hands off you.”

“Yes, your dry spell is longer than mine. Guess it’s hard to find lovers when you’re out playing puppet master. If you’re not careful, you’ll let some sort of secret spy into your bed and then all kinds of drama will ensue.”

Was she mocking him? When he was about to go insane for her? “Lacey…”

She tugged on her hand. He let her go. What else could he do?

“It’s been a long night.” Her words sighed out.

Getting longer by the moment. Wait. Was that the night or his dick?

Voice low, she continued, “We did the ex talk. We survived a shooting. Got the adrenaline all pumping.”

Was she about to push off their attraction as being due to the adrenaline? If so, I’ll call bullshit.

“I’ve wanted you from the beginning. I haven’t always liked that attraction,” Lacey confessed carefully. “It wasn’t…convenient.”

Her word choice drew a startled laugh from him. “I am not a convenient man.”

Her gaze lingered on his smile. “No, you’re not.” She released a quick breath. “I realized something tonight. You know, when the lights went out, the gun fired, and I found myself straddling you in the middle of that ballroom.”

His chest tightened. “What big revelation did you have?”

“I realized that I don’t want you hurt.”

Surprise rushed through him. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m—”

“I find I am worrying. I find I’m…caring. I didn’t expect that.”

He couldn’t breathe because the tightness in his chest had expanded so much.

“So, having said all that…let’s skip the dirty talk about blackmail. This isn’t about blackmail any longer. I’m here with you because someone has to watch your ass, and I’m the best one for the job.”

“Lacey—”

She bent toward him. Put her lips close to his ear. “But I have other dirty talk. Like this…I want you.”

Fuck, yes.

“I want you right now. I want to see if things between us will be as good as I can imagine, and I can imagine a whole lot.” Her fingers trailed over his chest, and she undid a few more buttons on his shirt. “I want you naked. I want to be naked with you. And for tonight, I just want us. No holding back. No lying. No scheming. Just two lovers coming together in the dark.”

Her scent was all around him.

“Think you can handle that?” The tip of her tongue slipped over the shell of his ear.

He broke. There was only so much a man could handle, and when he’d been fantasizing about a woman for this long…

He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into the chair with him. The fabric of her dressed bunched up as she straddled him. She stared into his eyes, her breath panting, her lips parted, and her hand was still on his chest. Right over his racing heart.

“I can handle that,” he rasped.

Her head lowered toward his.

His mouth jerked up to meet hers. This kiss wasn’t slow or careful. It was as if a wall had been shattered between them—no, a dam, and the need was rushing free. Thundering between them like a river out of control. He thrust his tongue past her lips and tasted. He was a fucking starving man, and all he wanted to do was feast on her. She gave a little moan that he greedily drank up even as his right hand slid down her waist, down to her legs, and he yanked up the soft fabric of her dress even higher.

Then he was touching her thigh. So smooth and soft. His fingers trailed up more, moving slowly toward the one spot he wanted to touch the absolute most and—

He tore his mouth from hers. Stared into her eyes. Felt everything in his world center only on her. “You’re not wearing panties.”

A smile curved her lips. “Good of you to notice. I—”

She didn’t get to finish. He took her mouth again. Harder, rougher. His control was gone. She’d been in the ballroom, dancing in his arms, her body so tight to his, and she hadn’t been wearing underwear. If he’d known that, they never would have gotten out of the suite.

His fingers slid over her bare flesh. Bare. She was hot and wet already, and he eased a finger into her and nearly lost his mind because she was so wonderfully tight.

Lacey arched toward him.

He thrust a second finger into her even as his thumb worked over her clit. His touch was demanding