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448 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 10, 2013
He could hardly tell her he'd memorized her in high school. That he'd known all the colors of her nail polish, her favorite clothes, and the names of her friends.
He could hardly tell her she'd worn the sweater she had on today to the office two weeks ago, and her silver necklace had shown up in September and quickly become a favorite. He couldn't help it. He noticed things. He noticed her.
Did it make her a complete pervert, that hearing Sean geek out about computer stuff was turning her on?
Probably.
Did she officially have a candy-apple-red girl crush on her partner?
Yes. Yes, she did.
Way to go, Smarticus. VeryLa Femme Nikita of you.
"You were the kind of girl who punched the boys you really liked, weren't you?"
"I kicked Jeff Myers in the shins all the time during recess. He never understood."
"That explains why my scalp hurts."
"Your scalp?"
"You pulled my hair. Bit me, too. I think you might love me."
"Did I? I'm sorry. I didn't even realize. I was too busy getting screwed so hard, I lost all sense of reality."
"Don't make me come again," she said. "I want you with me."
"Next time. This time, I get to watch." His voice in her ear was so low and growly, his hands between her legs so masterful, she gave in and let the orgasm rip through her, one tight, titanic wave that left her trembling when it receded.
As promised, he watched her, his deep blue irises glittering with possessive satisfaction.
"Holy shit," she said.
"Mmm," he replied.
Then he started all over again.
“Seriously, can you at least write me notes? Send me emails? I don’t see how this is going to work otherwise.”
She had a point. He didn’t see how it was going to work, either. How to interview Judah Pratt with Katie as a sidekick and manage not to stutter?
He’d have to improvise.
He took his phone out of his pocket and tapped out a text message. Shall we go in?
Katie’s phone chirped. She checked out the screen. “Very funny.”
She stomped across the gravel lot toward the building’s entrance, leaving him to trail along behind her, trying to keep his eyes off her ass.
This was what he’d wanted to tell her earlier in the room. This.
Her energy moved into him where they touched, thighs and mouths and his palm on her bare skin, the other wrapped around the nape of her neck. The pleasure of smelling her, touching her, unhitched something essential he kept reined in, and he felt the sudden rush of it, the terrible freedom of losing control—
And that made him stop.
...When he pulled away, she made a sound, a sort of helpless squeak that said she wanted to continue, and hearing it called up a desperate ache in his chest that he immediately locked down.
Appalling, what she did to him. He wanted her. Right here, right now, with that black dress bunched up around her thighs. He wanted her anywhere, everywhere, any way he could get her.
“What do you read those books for?”
“Same reason anyone does, I guess.”
“Are they your ffantasies?”
“Some of them,” she said. “Not all.”
His hands on the steering wheel drew her eyes. He had such big hands. His nails were blunt and short and unpretty. Rough hands. Hands that had gathered her close and held her in place when he took that kiss.
“Have you ever been with a man who d-did those things to you?” His voice had turned husky and dark. “Talked dirty to you? Spanked you? Tied you up and sspent hours figuring out how many ways he could make you c-come with his tongue?”
“No.” She put as much scorn into the word as she could manage. As if scorn could protect her from the way he was turning her on. Or prevent him from knowing he was doing it.
It was no use. Sean turned to look at her, and he smiled the wickedest smile she’d ever seen. A smile that said he knew exactly what he was doing, and he’d known all along. “Sounds like the guys you’ve been with have been reading all the wrong books.”