Page 22 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“A lot,” I corrected thickly, my voice lower now.
Raven blinked, startled.
“What?”
I took a step toward her, my mind no longer entirely my own. Something about the way she stood her ground, trembling yet fierce, her scent, soft yet maddening, ignited something primal in me.
Raven’s gaze darkened, her pupils dilating as she instinctively took a step back.
I didn’t stop. I took another step, and she backed away again. And then another, until she hit the wall behind her. I caged her in with one arm beside her head, my breath brushing her temple.
“I have a lot of power and money, and I worked damn hard for every bit of it, Miss Caine,” I murmured, my voice dangerously quiet. “So yes, I can do whatever I want.”
“You fucking asshole,” she growled, her cheeks flushed, an intoxicating red blooming across her pale satin skin.
I hated the way I wanted to kiss my way across that flush and the way I wondered how far that blush would spread if I took her right now on top of my desk. Fuck.
“Martin went on about how you are a prodigy,” I met Raven’s angry gaze. “But all I have seen so far is a willful overly confident, incompetent woman who thinks her pretty looks will get her everything she wants.”
Raven slapped me right across the face.
“You have no idea who I am or what I think,” she hissed, her breath coming hard.
Stunned, I stared at Raven, and she stiffened realizing what she had done. Who she had hit. And the consequences of that action.
I didn’t know who was more surprised between the two of us when I reached for her. Raven drew in a startled breath as I leaned in to taste her lips. She tasted as sweet as she looked, like vanilla, brownies, and something so distinctively familiar that I pulled away, ending the kiss, searching her eyes for something I couldn’t find.
Raven stared right back at me, wide-eyed.
“Mr Blackwell,” her breath hitched over those words, warping them into a thoroughly aroused moan. I couldn’t stop myself fromkissing her again, giving in to the desire that had been burning within me from the moment I met Raven Caine, and this time, Raven reciprocated.
Her arms slid upward over my shoulders, to the back of my neck, and her lips parted eagerly to allow me in. A low growl grew deep in my throat, and Raven came alive in my arms, her tongue curling around mine, sucking me daintily into her mouth, going on her tiptoes to press her hips against mine.
I drove her backward against the wall, shoving her skirt up, my hands cupping her backside and lifting her so that my erection was nestled in the soft notch between her legs. Raven stiffened in my arms, her head falling back against the wall, a rough moan leaving her as I rubbed back and forth against her drenched cotton panties.
I slanted my lips over hers, swallowing her moans, her gasps, and sighs of pleasure. Her nails dug into my shoulders, tugging me closer, her hips undulating against mine.
I grunted, kissing my way down her neck, tasting her skin. Her scent was maddeningly addictive, there was something about it… something that tickled the back of my mind.
“You smell…” I buried my nose in her nape, unable to help myself. “Your scent—”
Raven shoved me away. I stumbled a step back, mostly from surprise. Raven’s hair was a silken sheet free from her bun, her red lipstick smudged, her skirt askew, and her gaze horrified.
I started to speak, to apologize, to do something, but she didn’t even look at me as she straightened her skirt and headed right out of my office. I stared after her, my mind shot, my body twitching for another hit of Raven.
I could still taste her on my tongue. Warm. Fiery. So fucking perfect and so familiar. Too familiar. I frowned, a suspicion building in the back of my mind.
I picked up my phone, and my beta picked up on the first ring.
“Sinclair,” I instructed. “I need you to get me everything you can find on Raven Caine.”
Chapter Eight
Raven
“The anniversary celebration is tomorrow.You should be done with the preparations by now,” Wendy glared at me, letting out an exasperated breath. “Must I do everything around here myself?”
No. But it would certainly be nice if Wendy did anything at all. As per Alpha Damien’s instructions, I’d taken up the planning of the anniversary celebrations with Wendy, and as usual, she’d left me to do the heavy lifting. I didn’t mind. Planning the anniversary celebration was an immersive process that kept my mind occupied.
