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A little of his façade seemed to slip away. His frustration made him real. Appealing. Less the rich acquaintance who kept himself at a distance.
“You could’ve fooled me.” She studied the asphalt.
“You’re upset.”
“I have to go home.”
“Amira.” Zane tilted her chin. “I know when a woman is displeased. Tell me, what troubles you?”
“Right now, the excessively wealthy businessman who won’t let me go home.”
“And?”
“You ignored me tonight, Zane. I don’t know why, but I thought…”
She was mortified to hear her voice crack. Gathering her emotions close, she breathed in, then cursed when all she could smell was him. She was tired. Emotional. She would not cry over the fact that he didn’t dance with her, that he was turning her inside out.
“You thought correct. I apologize for the slight. But I couldn’t dance with you tonight. Not after that first tanda. I couldn’t trust myself to have you close, to touch you. Patience is not my strong suit. When I know what I want, I want it yesterday.”
“And? What is it that you want, Zane?”
He stepped closer, his body radiating warmth. “I thought I made that clear tonight.”
Amira gesticulated, annoyance still snapping at her heels. “No, Zane. With you, nothing is clear.”
Firm hands gripped her waist. “Let me rectify that then.”
She was burning. That was her first thought before everything else melted away.
He devoured her, the kiss possessive, heated. Every point of contact was like she was being incinerated. He clutched her dress, gathering her close.
She didn’t care that her body betrayed her. Breasts heavy, chest heaving, she met his arousal with her own.
He spoke to her clearly now; the kiss communicated what remained unsaid.
Her body answered. Nipples straining against her dress, her back arched and curved. She threaded her hands in his hair and tugged, reveling in the thick, dark waves. And still she craved satisfaction.
“Amira…” His mouth travelled across her cheek, beneath her ear, distracting her. “Come home with me. Let me finish this. Properly.”
There was no hesitation. But she stopped in spite of herself, wanting to see his face. “If I go home with you—”
“I will fuck you from now until dawn.”
The words thrilled her, binding her body to his. “Take me home, Zane.”
His grin, arresting and almost boyish, seized her. She didn’t know a damn thing about this man, not really. Yet she knew she would have him.
Through her confidence, a tiny fissure emerged.
Once he realized the truth, would he have her too?
