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He pulled her tight against his body with his arm, so close that she had to arch back and look up to meet his eyes. This was not part of the job, she should be looking out, staking out the surroundings. Instead her mouth opened in a small “o” as he moved in closer.
“Tsk! Tsk! That’s not very girlfriendish of you. And anyway, you didn’t let me finish. She’s jealous of you, and you’re jealous of her, and I’m fucking out of my goddamn mind jealous of any man who looked at you tonight, before tonight, or after tonight. I want you, Annie. I can’t pretend I don’t.”
His lips came crashing down on hers, and even with the distinct sound of cameras clicking and the feel of flashes around her, she became completely lost and totally consumed in the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his other arm came around her back, holding her firmly as he devoured her.
It was pure lust and want, and she found herself clawing his shoulder and sneaking her tongue into his mouth, fighting an all-out battle for control. The deep guttural noise that came from somewhere inside of him just fueled her further.
It had been too long since anyone had wanted her this much. And just as long since she’d wanted a man with this intensity. She thought that that feeling had died six years ago and that she was broken inside. But maybe she just hadn’t been properly pursued, because here she was, twenty years old all over again, kissing a man she shouldn’t and breaking all the damn rules.
Catcalls and whistles caused them to separate. Tucking her under his arm protectively, he pulled her quickly into his car, closed the door behind her and then ran to the other side before taking off.
It was easily ten minutes later when he spoke. “Say something.”
She had two fingers on her lips as she looked out the window. What the hell was she thinking?
“Annabelle.” His voice was firm. He wanted something from her.
“That was a mistake . . . I think.”
“A mistake? How could that have been a mistake?”
“I don’t know. It’s just, I need to keep things professional.”
“Yeah, you keep saying that. But I bet I have scratches on my neck from your nails. You know, you could’ve stopped me instead of sliding your tongue inside my mouth. Come on, at least admit you want me.”
She shook her head and looked out the window. “Doesn’t matter what I want. It’s not gonna happen.”
“We’re two consenting adults. I’d make it spectacular for you. We can have the best four months of our lives, Annie.” He ran a finger down her arm and she turned her head to look at him. God, he was gorgeous. In the dark confines of the car, with his face turned to the street, she could see the way his masculine jaw ticked and the way his long strong fingers gripped the steering wheel. She was so tempted to agree to everything he had to say. “Why are you pretending you’re not feeling it? Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you. Tell me, right here, right now, you don’t want me and I’ll back away.”
* * *
She didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure how to.
They reached his home, parked the car in the garage, and got out. She should’ve done a sweep of the house first. That was protocol, but this man was making her dizzy and her guard was down. He grabbed her arm before she had a chance to leave. He leaned in, again just a breath away from her ear.
“Goddamn it. Just admit it.”
She felt a small, light bite at the base of her neck, right below her ear. And apparently that particular spot had a direct line to her pussy because she immediately ached for that same nibble lower down her body where she was suddenly very wet. Her eyes were closed and she felt the change in the air as she stepped away. “I promised myself I would wait on you to come to me. When you can admit it, let me know. Ball’s in your court, Tiger.”
Sonofabitch!
CHAPTER SEVEN
GET A ROOM! Pictures of Rocco Monroe with his new flavor of the month. Is America’s Most Eligible Bachelor finally off the market?
Light shone in through the curtain as Annie yawned and stretched out her body in the big fluffy bed. Usually she wasn’t just up by six, she was up as in wired and eager to move. Today, for the first time in forever, she brought the soft duvet up to her neck and cuddled into one of the even softer pillows that formed a small snuggly cloud around her. Thinking about the naughty and completely inappropriate things Rocco had said to her. The proposition he’d made. Mostly the way his lips felt against hers, his big hands against her neck. She shivered and rubbed her face into the pillow, like a cat, needing more of the sensation against her skin. Lavender fabric softener, one billion thread count sheets—she almost didn’t want to move. She almost wished he’d walk into the room and just do all the things he’d promised.
She wasn’t sure how today would go. The ball was in her court, he’d said so twice already. And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted him. So, they’d have a wild fling for a few months? She could certainly handle that, right? She wanted to be as confident with men as she was with everything else in her life, so she wished she could just forget all her worries, find him and give him a big resounding YES!
Except her phone began to ring, disturbing her once-in-a-lifetime lazy moment.
“Damn it,” she groaned, and rolled over to pluck it from the nightstand. “What do you want, Joey?”
“Colombia’s back on. NHN found a location.”
She sat up. “I already knew that.”
“We need to talk. Sending Clark over to cover for you. I need you at ICS for a few hours.”
