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CHAPTER TEN
Cinna
Did I actually just say that out loud?
Sure, I’d been thinking that.
But I didn’t actually want him to stay.
Right?
The thing was, as I watched his head tip to the side, a question in his eyes, I knew I did.
I wanted him to stay.
I wanted a whole lot more than that.
And maybe, just this once, I could actually get what I truly wanted in life. Even if it only lasted one night. Because tomorrow, I was going to leave. Then try to pretend all of this didn’t happen.
So tonight? Tonight I was going to give in to what had been growing between us for literally years.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice a soft caress.
“Yeah,” I agreed, releasing his wrist, leaving it in his hands.
He stepped back, and my heart sank for one short, agonizing second, before I saw him reach toward his wrists, removing his cufflinks, and leaving them on the nightstand.
Next was his watch.
His jacket.
Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings as he tugged the hem of his shirt out of his slacks, then worked at his buttons.
I watched the sliver of skin grow wider as each button opened, as the motions spread the material wider.
Then, with one quick motion, the shirt was gone.
I was helpless but to let my gaze slide over him, watching the way his muscles twitched as he moved.
I followed the movement of his hands as he reached for his belt, working it free, then sliding it from the loops with a whooshing noise that had no right to be as sexy as it was.
His hands moved to his button and zip, pausing, until my gaze slid up to his face, finding him watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“See something you like, love?” he asked, his words making a shiver course through me.
I was pushing myself up then, struggling a bit with only one good hand, and ribs that were still aching, but I managed to get to a seated position, then slid my legs off the edge of the bed, leaving me sitting with my head at a suggestive position.
“Show me more,” I demanded, hearing a thickness in my own voice as the desire began to spread through me.
That rumble moved through him, and I watched as his hands pushed the button through, then slid down the zipper.
His slacks fell down, pooling at his legs, forgotten by both of us, as he stood there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that were doing next to nothing to hide the proof of his desire.
My hand lifted, my fingertip teasing down the length of him, making his breath hiss out, and his abdominal muscles go taut.
“I can’t…” I said, lifting my braced hand.
His own hands moved down, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down until they pooled with his pants.
