Now he was seriously pissed. "So you like it rough, baby?"
She blinked at his words, her gaze flicking down his body, lingering on his dick, and he knew she wanted him.
"Is that what this is all about?" He took a step toward her and this time she backed away. "You know you only had to ask."
His cock liked the idea. He held her gaze while he shoved one hand down his pants and grabbed his hardening shaft. "My dick is willing to play. It likes you all hot and sweaty."
She backed up another step, came up against the edge of the desk, and licked her lips.
"You don't really want to fight me, honey," he murmured. "Wouldn't you rather fuck me instead?"
She shook her head, but her breathing increased, her breasts rising and falling. And if he wasn't mistaken, he could see her nipples pebbled against the tight Lycra.
He squeezed his cock and his balls tightened. "Say the word, Dani."
Her gaze fell, and he pushed his pants down so she could see his erection. She licked her lips and blood shot to his groin. "Yes."
It was enough. He grabbed a foil packet from the table by the bed and rolled it onto his cock. Then grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, pushing her forward so she braced herself with her palms flat against the smooth wood of the desk. He shoved one thigh between her legs, pressing up against her sex.
He dragged the tight shorts down over her hips and legs, then pushed them off and stood back. She had a gorgeous ass, tight from all that running and training. He considered his options. It seemed a pity, but she had just knocked him flat, so he deserved a little retaliation. He raised his hand and brought it down on her left buttock. Heard her moan, but it wasn't from pain, and he brought his hand down on her right side. Her ass lifted a little, blushed pink, and he slapped her again. She liked it-he could tell from the little mewling sounds trickling from her throat, the way her ass pushed backward and her legs parted so he could see the red-gold curls between, and his dick got even harder.
Shit, he was so hard. He needed to be inside her now. He ran his hand down the crevice of her ass, slipped it between her legs, delving between the slippery folds of her sex to find her hot and more than ready for him.
"Hold on tight," he whispered and shoved inside her hard. "Oh Christ, that feels so fucking good."
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, and he pumped into her hard and fast. His balls ached and he wasn't going to last, but he wanted her to come first. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he slipped his other hand between her thighs. He found the swollen nub and massaged it with his finger and thumb as he slammed into her. She screamed, her knees gave beneath her, and she would have fallen without his arm supporting her. Leaning over her, he nipped the soft skin of her throat with his teeth as he found his own release inside her. He buried himself deep as the pleasure blazed through him, from his cock to his balls, up his spine, radiating out.
They stood, his body wrapped around her while he waited for his heart rate to settle and his legs to steady. Finally, he picked her up and dropped her on the middle of the huge bed. She stared up at him, a dazed expression in her eyes. At least she didn't look like she wanted to kick him again.
"You hit me," she murmured, rolling onto her side and trying to peer at her bottom.
He rubbed his hand over her ass. "Yeah. You want me to do it again?"
"Maybe. But not right now." She stretched and winced. "Is this where you admit that you're kinky? Can I expect anything really weird?"
"No, nothing really weird. I've tried some of that stuff and the whole scene does nothing for me. But maybe just a little bit "
"A little bit?"
He rubbed her ass again. "A little spanking, a little bondage "
"Is that where I get to tie you up?"
"If you want to." He grinned. "Shit, I got a twinge. Definitely, if you want to." He looked at her-was he taking things too fast? "You were sore-I'm supposed to be gentle."
"Just a little."
He rolled her over and kissed his way down her spine, licked the reddened flesh of her ass, massaged her buttocks, until the tension drained from her. He grabbed one of the cushions from the chair by the bed and pushed it under her, raising her hips. And felt his dick pulsate. Then he lowered his face between her legs, pushed his tongue inside her, and proceeded to show her in no uncertain terms just how much he wanted her around.
"You taste fucking delicious."
She might never move again.
Sprawled across his body, her head rested on his chest, his hand on her butt. Little shivers of pleasure rippled through her body. She could feel the skin of her bottom smarting where he'd smacked her. The memory was enough to send another orgasm shuddering through her body. Who would have thought it?
She was a bona-fide pervert.
She'd been so furious when Jess had told her Zach wanted her off the job. And if she was honest with herself-hurt as well. She'd presumed he wanted her out of the way and hadn't stopped to think. Just come marching in here and Had she really knocked her employer to the floor? Well, now he had legitimate grounds for getting her ass kicked off his detail.
But that didn't explain why he wanted her fired. Unless he really didn't think she was good enough.
"So why did you want me off the job?" she asked.
He released an audible sigh but otherwise kept quiet.
"I'm a highly trained professional and quite capable of keeping you alive." She pushed herself up, with her palms against his chest so she could look down into his face. His eyes were closed. "And I know you're not asleep."
He sighed again, and his thick lashes flickered open. "I don't want you risking your life to keep me safe."
"You don't seem to have a problem with Gary or Simon." She hated that-she'd worked so hard to get herself seen as an equal with the guys. And she thought she'd succeeded. She tugged free and sat beside him, wrapping the sheet around her. This was no conversation to have naked. "It's because I'm a woman, isn't it?"
He frowned, then shifted beneath her, pulling himself up so he leaned against the headboard. "It's because you're my woman."
Dani opened her mouth to snap back, then closed it again as his words sank in. She turned away for a moment and ran a hand through her hair, lifting it off her neck. "Your woman? What does that mean, exactly?"
The smallest of smiles curled his lips. "I'm not actually sure." He studied her, his head cocked to one side. "But I do know that I don't want you out of my life right now. And I also know that I hate the idea of you being in danger, that I don't want you protecting me. If there's any protecting to do, I want to be the one doing it."
"That is so-"
"I know."
She nibbled on her lip. "So you want to continue with this " She waved a hand in the general direction of his groin. Then paused to look again.
"Hell, yes."
"Why? You could have any woman you wanted. I saw them watching you yesterday. Why me?"
"The truth-again I don't know. Maybe I like a challenge."
"I'm hardly a challenge."
"You're the first woman to ever knock me on my ass." He ran a hand through his hair. "You're overthinking. Why not enjoy what we have while we have it? Neither of us is into commitment. One day soon, I'll be in the clear and I'll go back to my real life. And you'll get your physical and go back to yours. Right now, we're both in a strange place. Why can't we share it?"
It sounded logical, and so like her own thoughts yesterday, but still a little twinge of doubt niggled her. She studied him, trying to unearth the source of her unease. He was so beautiful, so perfect, and she was as far from perfect as you could possibly get. But it wasn't only his physical looks that drew her; she liked him and that scared her. She didn't want to like him as a person. She wanted to be able to walk away from this with no regrets. And maybe she should be doing just that before she got in too deep. But at the thought of walking away, something inside her rebelled.
This might be her one chance to explore physical passion. And maybe afterward they could be friends. He'd obviously stayed friends with Lauren, his accountant, and she was guessing with the vast numbers of other women he'd slept with. He was such a friendly guy.
"You won't try and get me fired again?"
"I'll make you a deal. I'll try and shut up about it, but from now on, you stick to working the dogs. No more guarding my back."
She could live with that. "Okay. It's a deal-until the real world intrudes."
Chapter Twelve
Gary and Simon were both waiting on the tarmac when she descended from the plane. Both dressed in dark suits and in serious business mode.
This time she and Zach had had the plane entirely to themselves, apart from the exceptionally discreet flight attendant. Dani wondered whether it was obvious to the two men below that they'd spent the entire flight in bed, guzzling champagne and giggling like teenagers. She'd never thought that sex would be so much fun. But now she felt as though her indiscretions were branded across her forehead in big red letters.
She was totally conscious of Zach behind her. They hadn't discussed what they would say-if anything-about their relationship. She'd sort of presumed they'd be discreet. Or maybe she'd just hoped. But as they stepped off, Zach's arm came around her waist and he drew her to his side in a blatant show of possession.