Page 64 of Greed

Her body was stiff, and he could hear her quick, nervous breaths, but there was more to it. Under the surface of the apprehension was desire. I could see it in her eyes, yet she didn’t paw at me or fall to my feet. She looked more like she wanted to run. But, it was too late now. If she ran, I’d catch her.

I lowered my head until my nose touched the soft skin of her neck. Her scent was divine and just as succulent as the rest of her. “Why do I make you nervous?” I whispered in her ear and loved that her body shivered.

“You just do,” she said, her eyes fluttered shut as my lips hovered above hers.

“What is it about you that’s so entrancing?”

I stared at her features that were so similar to Callista and yet so different. I could tell now she was completely unique whether she wore the same face or not, and I liked it more. Minetta had a fire in her belly and steel in her veins, yet a sweetness that would melt your soul. I had no idea how a human so unique could even be possible, but I didn’t care as a searing heat spread throughout my body. My dick was working now. It stood up hard and painfully pressed against the zipper of my dress pants.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “What is it about you that I’m drawn to?”

The corner of my mouth curled up. “I don’t know, but I’m going to kiss you.”

She nodded yes, her lips parting a little, and my control unraveled. Gripping her face, I gently touched my lips to hers, and the electricity between us erupted into a burning inferno of molten lava in my veins. She tasted like fresh peaches and cream. She tasted like innocence and purity, and the taste was sweet and addictive on my tongue.

I crashed my lips into hers and groaned as the pleasure shot through my body. She immediately yielded and wrapped her hands around my neck, deepening the kiss and pressing her body against mine. The feel of her body was pure pleasure as she wiggled against me.

All I could picture was getting her naked, feeling her body beneath mine. I didn’t remember moving, but she was suddenly under me on the couch.

Rearing back, I pulled off the suit jacket and tossed it aside. I was starved for her touch—she felt like I’d finally come home and couldn’t get close enough. She surprised me by pulling my head back down and sucking my tongue into her mouth. I moaned, pressing my cock into her harder as it throbbed in my pants. The need to sink into her, to claim her coursed through my body, making it shake with the effort not to become a wild beast of aggression.

“I want you,” I gasped as I broke the kiss.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” A saucy smirk played on her lips, and it made my heart pound in time with the raging pulse.

Dropping my head, I nipped at the nipple that was pressing against her shirt. She jerked, her body bucking up into mine. I smiled against the sensitive peak, this time sucking it into my mouth. Her hands gripped my hair, small whimpering noises escaping her mouth. She wiggled under me and wrapped her legs around mine, pulling me closer to her.

With anyone else, I wouldn’t have cared how I took them or if I hurt them. It was usually fast and hard, or I was dispassionate in my task desiring nothing more than my own pleasure when I was in need of release. But, with her, I wanted her enjoyment as much as I wanted my own, and a part of me craved hers even more.

My tongue flicked over the moist material and swirled the hardened skin around with my tongue. “Oh yes,” she moaned.

Breaking the suction, I ran my lips up her chest and across to her neck. She turned her head away, giving me better access to her soft skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me closer even though we were already pressed together as if we were one. My muscles flexed under her touch, quivering with the thought of getting her out of her clothes.

My hands traveled down the sides of her body to pull her shirt off over her head, but I froze as she yelped and flinched away under my touch. Her face contorted in pain and I immediately released her side.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Sort of, I’m bruised.”

I had to control my temper not to scare her as I pictured someone hurting her. My earlier fear stormed forward. “What happened,” I asked, and she bit her lip but didn’t answer. “Minetta, you will tell me, show me what happened, or you won’t leave this office.”

Her eyes flared like she was going to argue, so I laid a finger across her lips.

“Please.” I kissed the tip of her nose and felt her body relax and meld against mine once more.

I sat up and helped her do the same. She slowly stood and pulled her long-sleeved shirt up to show me her stomach and sides. A low growl escaped my lips as I stared at the black and blue that traveled over the entire left side of her beautiful, delicate body.

Reaching out, I gently touched the damaged skin and looked up into her eyes. “What happened? Tell me, Minetta.”

She sighed and took a deep breath. “I hit this jerk named Jared at work, he is always making rude comments and jokes, and when you sent the flowers, he was going on about how I must be a good in bed. Anyway, I punched him in the face, and he got all whiny and had the police come and get me for assault. It all went sideways from there.”

“What do you mean sideways? Did the police hurt you?”

“Yes and no. They weren’t really police. They were just posing as some. I think Jared knew, I’m not sure, to be honest, but this only happened a couple of nights ago, so it will still take a few days for my bruises to go away.”

My mouth fell open as she talked like this was all normal for her. “Why would this Jared go to such extremes to hurt you? And was it him that touched you like this?”

She sighed and sounded tired. “Look, it’s been a really long, strange seventy-two hours, and I think I should go home and get some sleep. Can we talk about this another time? Maybe over that dinner, you offered?” She pulled the shirt into place and walked to the chair she’d been occupying earlier to retrieve her purse.