“I’m glad.” His smile was so amazingly beautiful. She could definitely fall head over heels for this man. Just sex, Kate. Just. Sex.
Kate cleared her throat. “Well, thanks for protecting me.”
His possessive response sent shivers of desire running up her spine.
“I will always protect you, love.”
He closed the small gap between them, their chests almost touching now. He ran his index finger down her cheek, stopping underneath her chin. Their eyes held as he leaned in and did what she’d silently begged him to for days. He kissed her gently on the lips. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her eyes closed as the gentle kiss turned deeper, his longing for her evident. He coaxed her lips open, teasing her tongue, exploring her mouth. She wound her arms around his neck and tried pulling him closer.
His lips left hers, grazing an erotic path down her jaw. He held her tight as he whispered, “Good night, sweet Kate. Tonight I want you to dream about my cock inside your sweet body.”
Winking, he turned and walked out her bedroom door. She just stood there and watched him walk out, mouth hanging open. She raised her fingers to touch her tingling lips. Holy hell.
Before he closed the door, he turned back to look at her, his eyes dark with lust. She knew hers were mirrors. Had he decided to throw her against the wall and take her right there, she would have let him. The word ‘please’ nearly slipped from her stunned lips.
She quickly dropped her hand. “Uh…good night.”
He smiled and quietly shut the door. She stood there, rooted to that spot for several seconds. Or minutes. She wasn’t sure.
Her emotions were a jumbled mess. She was disappointed, confused, relieved, and horny. She wanted him in a way she’d wanted no one else. Every emotion was ten times more intense with him than with any other man. Why did he stop? Why did she let him stop? It was evident he wanted her and she couldn’t have come off any easier if she tried. That kiss—and his erotic words—had her body on fire, the ache she’d fought for days now fueled with a vengeance.
Damn him! Damn him for being so irresistible that she’d thrown all caution to the wind and was seriously considering sleeping with him, a virtual stranger for God’s sake.
She made her way to the bathroom, which was as exquisite as the bedroom, with a dark brown speckled granite countertop and an amazing tiled walk-in shower with multiple showerheads. In the far corner of the room, there was an oversized sunken Jacuzzi tub. Well, at least if Dev wouldn’t make a move on her, she’d have her watery jet friends to keep her company, since she couldn’t leave with anything from her nightstand drawer.
Once again she wondered what on earth Dev did for a living to be able to afford such extravagance, because she was no fool. This didn’t come from a police or detective’s salary. She had twenty questions lined up for tomorrow.
She quickly changed and got ready for bed. Snuggling under the thick covers as soon as her head hit the pillow exhaustion overcame her. The emotional toll of the last few days had reached a crescendo and as she slipped into darkness, despite Dev’s erotic words to dream of his cock, she actually prayed for the opposite.
For the first time in months, she hoped she didn’t dream of the one erotic man that, in addition to haunting her dreams, now consumed her every waking hour.
Chapter 16
Dev
Dev sat in his office with the most painful hard-on he’d ever had in his very long existence. He’d never wanted a woman more than he wanted Kate. Ever. These last several days of being with her without touching her or taking her was hard enough, but walking away from her after kissing her sweet, soft lips was just excruciating. What he wanted to do was rip off her clothes, push his aching cock into her hot, luscious body, and lose himself in her softness right there.
But he knew he had to walk away. He already knew that his sweet Kate was not the type of woman to have casual sex. Oh, he could’ve had her tonight if he’d wanted. Her desire for him was potent. When he left, her honeyed scent was so powerful it was as if his nose was buried directly in her pussy. And it was driving him out of his damned mind. He had to escape to his office to keep from knocking down her door and fucking her senseless.
By the second night they’d spent together, he could have had her, but he already knew how her complex mind worked. She would regret it, and surprisingly he didn’t want her to. He laughed to himself. He hadn’t given a shit about what anyone thought of him in so long, he’d forgotten what it felt like. He was a ruthless son-of-a-bitch, making all decisions swiftly and decisively, without regret, without remorse, without emotion.