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"I wouldn’twant to." She was getting weak at the knees and despisingherself for it. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, and it must haveshown on her face. "Back off."
"Not a chance."His head swooped down, and before she could turn away, his mouth wascrushing hers. He tasted of cherry brandy and something else.Something potent she couldn’t put a finger on. His hands wereclamped on her face, his tongue working its way into her mouth.
She told herself shecould stop him, that she should, that nothing good was going to comeof this. Her insides were curling, and her body felt hot. The kissnot only seared her lips but sent a hot ball of fire burning throughher body. Her hands came up to grip the lapel of his sports jacket toanchor herself.
She felt her kneesbuckle, her stomach jittering. Emotions, so many of them that shelost count, swamped her, threatening to pull her under and overwhelmher. She lost herself in the most potent and sizzling kiss she’dever experienced. Then, common sense reared its head.
She almostignored it, almost ignored the clamoring of her conscience, the voicehammering at her to abort. Something inside her kicked into gear, andshe somehow found the strength to drag her lips from his and push himback.
He blinked at her,dark eyes blazing with passion. For a few moments, neither of themmoved - standing there as if they were carved in stone. ThenChantelle broke the tension, scraping against the wall to get awayfrom him. Dragging her coat off the tree, she shoved her arms in andavoided his eyes.
Kenji could havestopped her, thought about it for a minute, but decided not to. Hewatched her fighting with the buttons and continued to watch as shegrabbed her pocketbook.
"I’ll walkyou out." His voice was quiet, which was funny, considering thathis insides were raging out of control.
"No!" Shesnapped it out. "Just go. Security is here, and I can find myway out. Just-" Lifting a hand, she passed it over the tangledmess of her hair. It’d been secured neatly into the usual bun,but the pins had been thrown away by his passion, and she couldn’tfind the strength to look for them.
"Is he waitingfor you?"
"Yes." Shepushed out the lie needing to hang onto something. She needed to tryand regain some semblance of order or sanity.
"Are you goingto tell him about this?" His voice had taken on a hard edge.
"It's nothing –there’s nothing to tell."
"Perhaps youneed a reminder." He started forward, and she shrank backagainst the desk.
"Please. Justleave me the hell alone. Is that what you do? You were with someoneearlier tonight, and what? You wanted to prove a point? That you canhave your way with the help?"
"That's not-"
"Go away andleave me alone."
He stared at her fora minute, and she could actually feel the seconds ticking by slowly.She wanted him to leave, needed the time to berate herself - to beatherself up. He was Kane's cousin, a multi-billionaire playboy withtoo much time on his hands. She couldn’t afford him andcouldn’t afford to be attracted to someone like him.
She almost saggedwith relief when he turned on his heels and left the office. Taking afew minutes more to compose herself, she took out a hairbrush fromher bag and tried to undo the tangle before making her way out.
She would hold ittogether until she arrived home. To her relief, his vehicle wasn’tin the parking lot when she said her goodbyes to security and madeher way to the car.
*****
Kenji headed straightto the well-equipped gym inside his apartment. It was almost one inthe morning, but he wasn’t going to kid himself into thinkinghe was going to get any sleep. His body was too wired; his cock feltlike steel pulsating against the material of his trousers.
He was riled up andangry with himself that he’d touched her. He’d let hisguard down and had given into his lust, and that same lust was nowtearing through his body.
Stripping naked, hedragged on a pair of sweats and tied a band around his head to keepthe hair away. Picking out the bag hanging from the roof, he wentinto attack mode. It was a pitiful attempt to get rid of the fireburning its way through his lower body.
Her mouth –Sweet Christ! It’d tasted better than he could have imagined.Her slender curves pressed up against him had almost driven himinsane.
Curling his fingersinto fists, he pummeled the bag, dancing out of the way as the bagbounced back and almost knocked him over. Grabbing the bag with bothhands, he steadied it and started again.
He had to get rid ofthe desire churning inside his body. He would stay away from her fromnow on. Giving the bag one last vicious punch, he slid down onto themat and dragged his fingers through his hair.
*****
She made it home andmade it all the way upstairs and into her bedroom before sitting onthe edge of the bed. She’d tried rationalizing her actions.Yes, he’d been the one to initiate it. He’d come at her,stalked her into a corner, and put his hands on her. She could haveworked harder to push him away.
Chantelle realizedshe’d been a willing participant and had enjoyed it so muchthat it’d taken a massive amount of willpower to stop. She’denjoyed it more than she’d ever enjoyed being kissed before.
