He stilled, and something I couldn’t make out flashed in his eyes. “Then maybe you should get to the point slightly quicker, Darcy.”
Anger swirled inside me. I could feel the red-hot rage as it pumped around my body in my bloodstream.
“Or maybe you should keep your asinine comments to yourself and let a girl finish talking.”
His jaw tightened in response, and I saw his arms do the same thing, as though he were gripping the desk with a force that could splinter the wood. His white shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, confirming what I thought.
“Then, by all means, continue.”
Wow. That had actually worked.
Go me.
“I don’t appreciate the way you treated me yesterday. You bundled me into your vehicle, drove me to your house, had a partially reasonable conversation, gave me an orgasm, and then left.”
One of his eyebrows rose.
Okay. So it didn’t sound that bad when I put it like that, but still.
“I don’t like the way you spoke to me. I know that, for all intents and purposes, I’m practically your personal whore, but you’d probably treat one from the street corner far better than you treated me.” I let out a huffing breath as I got it out. “I’m not asking for a lot. If this agreement continues, you will talk to me as though I’m a person and not a toy you can put away when you’re done. If you can’t respect me as a human being with feelings, then you can take your contract and you can fold it into an origami swan inside your asshole for all I care of it.”#p#分页标题#e#
He stilled. Totally. And then, out of nowhere, he laughed.
I’d never heard him laugh. Not once.
I hated it.
Hated the way the deep, rich sound filled the room. Hated the way each smooth chuckle glided over my skin and made the hairs stand on end. Hated the way I liked it.
“Fold it into an origami swan inside my asshole,” he chuckled. “That’s one I’ve never heard before.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I reached up and pushed my bangs from my eyes.
Jordan pushed off the desk, and after adjusting one of his sleeves above his elbow, he pulled his tie off. Leaving the satin, black strip to fall onto his desk, he undid the top two buttons of his shirt then focused on me.
“You’re right. I apologize for the way I treated you yesterday. It won’t happen again.”
I waited, but he didn’t say anything else.
That was it? Just that?
“That’s the most fucking halfhearted apology I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“You want me to try again, sweet thing? Because you might not like my new apology.” His tone screamed of a warning, but I never did listen to those.
“Damn right I want a better apology than that. You sounded like an automatic message.”
I’d pushed him. And I saw the exact moment he hit the edge.
It was the flaring of his nostrils. The darkening of his eyes. The snap of his shoes against the linoleum floor as he closed the distance between us in five brisk steps and grabbed hold of me.
He tugged me toward him ferociously. His fingers burned into me through the thin material of my shirt, but it felt like ice compared to the heat of his mouth as it descended onto mine.
I guessed this was the apology I was after.
I guessed I needed to know that yesterday’s burst of desire hadn’t been a one-off.
It hadn’t.
I could feel his want in the sweep of his tongue against mine and in the slight pain as his fingertips dug into my sides.
My hands slid up his chest, and my arms would around his neck. His hard body was right against mine, and I could feel his cock pushing against my stomach as the kiss deepened.
This was so wrong. So, so wrong.
My pussy ached. I could feel myself getting wet as my own want sparked at every single one of my nerve endings. It was like he knew, because he held me tighter, spun us, and pulled me back and down. The kiss broke as I gasped at the quick movement, but the break lasted all of a second as I found myself sitting on top of him.
He was in the chair I’d just been in, and now, instead of his fingertips digging into my sides, one of his hands was cupping the back of my neck and one was teasing the bare skin at my lower back. My legs were on either side of him, and his cock was pushing against my pussy.
His grip was so strong that I couldn’t move. But I didn’t want to. The shock mixed with the desire that had me feeling hot. I wanted to stay right there where he was kissing me. Where my lips were tingling from the way he nipped the lower one every now and then. Where my hair was tangled in his fingers at the base of my neck. Where my body was reacting to him, making my hips buck so I was grinding against him.