Page 26 of Enticing Her Love

She was quiet for a second. “What makes you think that was me?”

“Because nobody did those things before you came on board, and you gave me hell for taking too long to sign it. You stand out, Sutton. That’s a good thing. Why are you denying it?”

“I don’t know. Why do you care?”

“God, you’re maddening. You want praise, but you argue when I give it to you. Fuck it. You want to know why I care? Because maybe I wish you would blend in, but everything about you is striking. Your looks, your personality, the way you carry yourself, the way you stand up for yourself and for others. I can’t imagine you not standing out in any situation.”

“You mean because I annoy you,” she snapped. “No wonder you look at me like you want to kill me.”

“Are you fucking with me right now? You think I look at you like I want to kill you?”

“It’s not like you don’t have a reason. I know you’re pissed that you have to keep me safe while we’re here.”

An incredulous laugh fell from his lips. “Jesus, Sutton. That’s not why I’m pissed.”

“Yeah, right.” She looked away.

“You want the truth?”

She glowered at him. “No. Lie to me.”

“That smart mouth of yours has been fucking with me since the day we met.”

“And yours hasn’t fucked with me?”

“Do you get off on challenging me?”

“As much as you get off on ordering me around. Do you know what it’s like knowing I’m a burden to a guy who can’t stand the sight of me?”

“Okay, enough of this bullshit. It may not seem like it to you, but I feel like I’ve seen nothing but you for a year and a half, and I see a hell of a lot more of you than just the arguments we have. The reason I haven’t taken more time to get to know you prior to being forced into this situation is because I’m so fucking attracted to you, I can’t be near you without wanting you. Every time you challenge me, I want to grab you by the hair and kiss that scowl off your beautiful face. And I’m not pissed because I have to keep you safe. I wouldn’t trust your life in anyone else’s hands. I’m pissed because being here with you makes keeping my hands to myself a million times harder.”

“Then don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he fumed.

“Keep your hands to yourself.”

He scoffed. “So you can sue me for sexual harassment? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re an idiot.” She grabbed his face, tugging his mouth to hers.

Holy fuck. She kissed him as hungrily as he devoured her, their connection scorching, setting his entire body ablaze. But there was more at stake than getting off with the woman he craved. He tore his mouth away, both of them breathless, and growled, “Just so we’re clear, you’re not going to turn this around and sue my ass, are you?”

“No. Now stop talking and kiss m—”

He crushed his mouth to hers. He’d fantasized about kissing her for so long, he couldn’t hold back, and he intensified his efforts, kissing her rougher, more possessively. Her mouth was sweet and hot, and she was so fucking eager, matching every thrust of his tongue with one of her own. Kissing her was like finding gold in undiscovered territory, and he wanted to explore. He pushed a hand into her hair, wrapping the thick locks around his fingers, earning a sensual moan. Every slide of their tongues had her moaning and writhing, sending want and need burning beneath his skin, unleashing a year and a half of pent-up desire.

He shifted over her, grinding his rigid cock against her center as they devoured each other. She rocked her hips, fingernails digging into his flesh. He reveled in her hunger for him and slowed them down to savor it, kissing her deeper, more sensually, drawing longer, more lustful sounds. He was powerless to slow their mounting passion, and she was right there with him, surrendering to it, clawing and groping as they ate at each other’s mouths.

“Fuck, Sutton. You feel so damn good.” He fisted his other hand in her hair, crushing his mouth to hers in a punishingly intense kiss, earning one needy sound after another. Those noises, her taste, and the feel of her soft curves beneath him were painfully exquisite. He wanted to possess every inch of her. He’d known kissing her would be out of this world, but this was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Kissing Sutton Steele was fucking nirvana.

FLYNN’S FINGERS TIGHTENED in Sutton’s hair, sending an intoxicating sting of pain and pleasure spiking through her. Another moan escaped, drawing a guttural growl from him that made her entire body flame. His kisses were raw and passionate, all consuming. She’d never been kissed so hungrily, so thoroughly, and she greedily took everything he gave. She was dizzy with desire, clawing at his back and arms, grinding against his hard length, and wanting so much more. As if he could read her mind, he shifted slightly and pushed his hand beneath her shirt, palming her breast. She hadn’t been touched in so long, her breath rushed from her lungs.

His eyes blazed into her. “Stop?”

“No. Please don’t.”

His wicked grin made her body shudder with desire. “Then I want this off.”