Page 24 of No Going Back

“To…?”

“To… nothing. I want you.”

“It’s that simple?”

“It’s that simple.” In his view, it didn’t get much simpler.

“And if simple is the new complicated?”

This question was different. Guy sensed an undercurrent to it that hinted at a story, one that she believed might affect what was growing between them, and deny the hunger that matched his own. “What’s complicated?”

“The moment you walked into my office, I knew you’d be dangerous. I knew you’d want more from me, and it would be something very personal… intimate. I knew I should steer well clear of you.”

Her words were contradicted by a blaze of need in her gaze, so intense that it ignited an inferno inside him. Her husky voice merely added fuel to the flames engulfing him. “That doesn’t sound so complicated to me. So why didn’t you steer clear of me?”

“Because sometimes, all you want is to burn.”

Her incendiary comment turned his blood lava-hot. To hell with taking it gently. He crushed her mouth beneath his, pressing her back against the sofa. He wanted her in his bed, so he could drive her insane with desire. Once he’d done that, he’d settle between her thighs and fill her body so she’d never want any other man inside her but him.

He grasped her hand as he stood, pulling her up with him. Unable to detach his gaze from her, in case this was all some fabulous fantasy, and if he looked away, she’d be gone, he backed them towards the huge bed. She came willingly with him, stepping into his arms as he bore them both down onto the bed. He rolled, taking her with him.

Even with their clothing still separating her skin from his, the feel of her body up close to his was a heaven he’d never thought to experience again. He’d forgotten what it was like to long for a woman the way he longed for Maddie. His hand on her hip pulled her closer, tucked her into the shelter of his body as their lips met in a kiss sizzling with passion.

How had he not noticed the thigh-high split in her nightgown? His fingers slipped beneath the silky material, and found soft skin and hot temptation. And toned muscles that flexed beneath his touch, in a movement that invited further exploration.

“Yoga,” she whispered. “Every morning.”

“Really?” He let his fingers wander to the apex of her thighs, felt her shift again to allow him even more intimate contact. She was delightfully wet already. “How’s your… What’s it called? Something to do with doggy-style?”

With a quiet chuckle, she punched his biceps. “Downward-Facing Dog, and mine is fine, thank you.”

“This body is more than fine.” He kissed her collarbone. “I’d like to see more of it.”

His blunt statement made her breath hitch and her nipples pucker. Blood raced to his groin. Unable to resist, he suckled on the ripe berry, drawing it deep into his mouth along with her nightgown. She gasped again when he nipped her with his teeth—a gasp of arousal that stirred his quietly lurking sadistic streak.

“You like that?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Her breathy admission scored a direct hit on his dick. “I can make it feel even better with this gone.” He hooked finger under a shoulder strap but made no attempt to remove it.

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

Guy lowered his head to kiss her shoulder. “Wait for me. There’s something I need. I won’t be a moment.”

Maddie must have moved like lightning. When he returned, she was lying beneath the single sheet he’d left on the bed earlier. Her nightgown lay discarded on the floor.

“You were planning to get lucky?” Maddie raised an eyebrow in the direction of the box he’d just dropped on the nightstand.

Guy removed his cufflinks, finished unbuttoning his shirt and yanked it free of his trousers. “The word is hoping, not planning, and if you didn’t want this, they’d have stayed in the bag.” He froze. He didn’t want to say it, but he had no choice. “You can still change your mind.”

“I don’t think so.”

Her soft admission stoked the flames once more, and had him fumbling like a virgin schoolboy. With a deep breath to steady his hands, he shed the remainder of his clothing and slid under the sheet with her.

He had to hand it to her—there was something primitive and deeply sensual about the low lighting and the two of them together in the huge, decadent bed. Plenty of room for him to use all his skill to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body.

“What’s that smile for?”