Page 40 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

I don’t break the eye contact.

I had developed feelings for this man who kept pushing himself in my face, demanding that I notice him. And the way he had helped me tonight, despite my attitude toward him, made me slip a little further.

There was something about him that drove me insane, and at the same, grounded me. I craved that. I craved the darkness that I would often see behind his eyes. I wanted to sip from this forbidden pool.

But tonight, I wanted him to erase Travis’s touch from my body.

The way his eyes glinted at me in the ensuing silence of my words, fascinated me. Slivers of gold in those cold gray eyes that seemed intent on me. I could feel his eyes rake over me and my nipple

s harden.

Right now, as he sat in that arm chair, relaxed, his tie hanging from the back of the chair, the first two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, a drink in his hand as he watched me, I couldn’t control the shiver that flowed through me.

I didn’t have a name for it, but I wanted to offer myself to him.

There was no smile on his face, or a smirk, just this look in his eyes, when he curled his finger at me, making me move my feet.

Putting his drink aside, he grabbed me by my small waist and dragged me into his lap.

His cologne was a spicy masculine scent that stirred me even more.

His hand on my chin, he forced me to look at him, his voice rough, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t ask twice.

His eyes narrow, and he gently touches his lips to mine, in a gentle caress, all the while his eyes never leaving mine.

I shudder as his hand circle around my neck in a dominant hold and keep it there.

My eyes flutter shut at the soft wet kisses that were so unlike him.

My hair was still wet when he wounds his fingers in them, holding a fistful of it in a firm grip.

My eyes flew open when he tugs my head back to meet his eyes.

“I won’t be gentle,” He warns me in a dark tone. “I’m very dominant in bed. If you want to step back, now is the moment.”

I grab his shirt with both hands and kiss him, fiercely, throwing all consequences in the air.

I feel his lips curve against mine, before he takes over.

His tongue probes my lips, making me part them.

He explores my mouth with the kind of finesse that has me gasping for breath, but his hand in my hair holds me in place, preventing me from moving.

His tongue is hot, and wet, and soft and it suckles on mine, making me twist and shiver in his lap. His hands move from my neck to settle on the small of my back as he moves his mouth lower and I tremble when he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss on my jaw and then moves on to suckle at my neck.

He doesn’t leave any area unmarked.

His mouth is lethal as it explores my shoulders.

Pulling my head back by my hair, he sets out pressing wet kisses and sharp bites that border on the thin line between pleasure and pain.

My eyes stare at the ceiling, dazed with pleasure, not able to make sense of anything.

Hearing a button pop, I simply realize he was undressing me.

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