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He wanted something from her that no one ever had. Hell, he was seeing things in her she thought she had kept hidden, even from herself.
She thought of the clothing she had at home, outfits she only wore for herself, that she rarely allowed those who knew her to see. The shorter skirts, the ultrafeminine clothes. The shoes that made her legs look longer, made her feel sexier.
She shook her head at the thought of it and moved away from him, ignoring the wicked, knowing glint in his eyes.
“You’re scared.” His voice was a deep rumble of certainty. “What are you so frightened of, Ria?”
The things she had always been frightened of. Watching someone else leave her without the safety nets she had built for herself.
“You’re asking for too much too soon.”
“I’m only asking for the woman I know you’re hiding from me. I told you, I won’t accept that. I want it all.”
He wanted it all. He wanted all of her, but she couldn’t have all of him? Somehow, despite his inability to control that, she couldn’t see the fairness in what he wanted.
Shaking her head, she turned away from him, only to still a second later as she felt him behind her, pressing against her back. Lifting her skirt.
She couldn’t move. As though his hands had the power to shackle her in place with no more than the lightest touch, she stood still.
“What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice moving through her as his lips stroked the shell of her ear.
She shook her head. She couldn’t have what she needed from him. Or at least, she found herself fearing what she wanted the most.
His hands shaped and cupped the bare curves of her butt then. The thongs she wore left her bare, left the tender globes naked beneath his hands.
Ria could feel her body responding to him, felt his touch in places she knew she should have never felt it. She felt that core of long forgotten defiance welling inside her. The one that demanded action, that demanded she claim what she knew was hers.
“I just want you,” she finally whispered.
“Drive me crazy, Ria.” He smiled against her neck as his fingers slid beneath the material of her panties, followed the small strap between the cleft of her rear until he came to the aching center of her body. “You have my permission.”
“You’re already crazy,” she panted.
She couldn’t seem to draw in enough air, couldn’t seem to find her balance as she felt him work the tip of his finger inside her.
Ria gasped, arched her back and felt her juices building between her thighs with his touch. She couldn’t get enough of him. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t sate herself with his touch.
“Only you have ever made me this kind of crazy, Ria.”
But another woman had made him another kind of crazy. The kind of crazy that had nearly destroyed him. The kind that had made him kill with his bare hands when he had lost her.
“Do you think I’d be any different if I lost you?” His voice was suddenly savage at her ear, anger pulsing in his voice. “I can feel your pain, Ria, and I know what the hell you’re thinking.” He released her, letting her go so quickly she nearly swayed without the support of his body.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” She shook her head, keeping her back to him as she fought to clear her expression.
“I can feel how bad you hurt,” he snarled behind her. “I can smell your pain and it tears through me like a blade.”
She turned back to him, watching him as he pushed his fingers through his hair before glaring back at her.
“I’ll get a handle on it.” She moved back to her chair shakily. “It’s not you, Mercury, it’s me.”
It was that vague feeling of panic moving inside her. The panic she had felt as a child when her mother was late. The panic she had felt before Dane arrived to take her from a foster family, to move her to another. It was the panic she felt each time someone walked away from her.
She knew what was coming. She was going to lose him.
She looked back at him, watching as his features tightened, making him look more powerful, more sensually dangerous.
A second later he was moving behind her desk. He pulled her chair around and knelt before her. She didn’t know what she’d expected, but she hadn’t expected his hands to grip her hips, and she hadn’t expected to find her skirt around her hips so quickly she couldn’t combat it.
