He’d never had a sexual interest in Khileen, no matter her harmless flirtation at times. If only he could feel the same brotherly affection toward her Irish friend.
Emerald eyes flashed with fiery anger, immediately rousing the animal instincts that surged through him. As though all the human and animal dominant qualities he possessed were immediately awakened, his body tightened, tautened until he was all but jumping from his chair and dragging her to the floor to fuck them both into exhaustion.
And doing so wouldn’t take a lot of effort. Push the gauzy little skirt she wore over her hips, tear what was sure to be sexy, silken panties from her body—all could be accomplished in less than a second. In the next heartbeat, he could be buried, full length, inside her.
“Why do you dislike me?” Delicate hands curved over her hips defiantly as she glared across the room at him. “What have I ever done to you to make you want to see me dead?”
His brow lifted. “Little girl, if I wanted to see you dead, it would be easy enough to accomplish,” he informed her.
Dead wasn’t exactly what he wanted, and that was what pissed him off.
“Little girl?” her eyes widened then narrowed suspiciously. “Are you so terrified of seeing me as a woman that you can’t even acknowledge the fact that I am one?”
Bingo. Give the girl a prize for getting the answer on the first try.
But he snorted instead before resuming his seat behind the wide desk scattered with files and reports.
“Why don’t you go plan a party or a shopping trip with Khileen,” he suggested, injecting just enough mockery in his tone to piss her off further. “The adults on this ranch have to actually work.”
That was a little low, he admitted, but God help him, he had to get her out of his office before his cock managed to burst past his zipper and the instincts driving him to possess her overcame his determination not to.
Shifting the files around, he picked one from the desk, any one, he wasn’t even certain what he was staring at, waiting for her to leave.
Instead, her scent moved closer.
“Why are you allowing Lobo Reever to know that you’re displeased over his decision to allow me to stay here?”
She stomped to the desk, but she didn’t stop at the front of it as she should have. Hell no, she moved right beside it.
Her pretty hands braced against the top of the desk within his sight, her delicate, oval nails drawing his gaze.
“You haven’t answered me,” she reminded him.
“I don’t owe you any answers.” But he laid the file aside before leaning back in his chair and staring back up at her. “You should leave this office now.”
“Should I?” she snapped. “Not before I know what your problem is.”
She wanted to know what his problem was? Did she really want to know?”
Before he could stop himself, before she could avoid him, he came out of his chair in a surge of motion, gripped her arm and jerked her to him before wrapping his arm below her ass and lifting her to the table.
In the space of a second he had her legs spread, the denim covered length of his cock pressing against her sex as he leaned closer, and he was slowly forcing her to lean back on the desk.
“This is why,” he snapped, staring into her widening, darkening gaze. “Because all I can think about is fucking you. That makes you a danger to this ranch and everyone in it.”
“No, it makes you a danger.” She had to force the words past her lips.
“But I’m not just visiting,” he reminded her. “You are.”
Her lips parted to argue, to say more; rather than allowing her to do so, he shut her up in the only manner at his disposal.
His lips covered hers.
His tongue pushed past her lips, tangled with hers, and the swollen heat that filled it began to throb, pulse and fill both of them with a heady, spicy taste.
What the fuck—
It was supposed to be a rumor.
The swollen tongue and the earthy spice of a mating aphrodisiac that filled the kiss—
The inability to stay away, to resist the taste he could give them both, the pleasure that could be had—
Fuck.
Shock filled him, wrapped around his senses, but did little to dim the flames searing his flesh and the hunger raging between them. Nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but touching her, feeling her, holding her to him with his hands and the addictive taste of his kiss.
And she did like that taste of their kiss.
Her lips surrounded his tongue with each stroke between them as he mimicked the act he was desperate for.
Groaning under his kiss, crying out with each taste of the mating hormone spilling onto her tongue, she met his hunger with her own, then forced the flames higher.
And only then, as his tongue pressed against hers, daring her to take a deeper taste of him, did he realize that the addictive taste of spicy heat wasn’t just coming from him, but from this too delicate, far too tempting little Breed as well.
Leaning into her, feeling her slender knees grip his hips, nothing began to matter but touching more of her. Of jerking her top over her head and ridding her soft flesh of it.
Tasting her again, and tasting more of her. Kissing her deeper, harder, locking her to him in ways that would ensure she never attempted to escape.
As though reading his intent, her arms lifted from his shoulders just long enough for him to pull the top over her head and toss it somewhere beyond them.
God, was he really going to fuck her here? On his desk?
Could he think of any better place and time than here and now?
Jerking back from her, breaking the rising hunger of his kiss, Devil stared down at her, shocked at his own actions, his own thoughts.
He’d never, not at any time, taken a woman without first ensuring both their comfort and their pleasure.
“Please.” The soft plea that fell from her lips stopped him from pulling away from her.
Breathing roughly, forcefully, Devil stared into the darkening green of her eyes and her flushed, pleasure-filled expression before he allowed his gaze to drop to the lace-covered, hard-tipped curves of her breasts.
God, what was he doing?
Smoothing along the side of her body, his hand moved to where her skirt had fallen back from her flesh to pool at her hips. Once there, he did the unthinkable. Did exactly what he was certain he could keep himself from doing.
His fingers curled into the lace band of her panties and pulled them down her thighs.
The scent of her feminine flesh tore past his veil of control and left him helpless against the hunger clouding his brain.
Easing his body back, forcing his hips from the soft flesh of her pussy, he pulled the panties from her legs before dropping them to the floor. He hooked his arm beneath her back and eased her upward into his embrace.
“You shouldn’t have come here.” The groan surprised him, the words tearing unbidden from him.
Loosening the snap of the bra at her back, he eased the straps down her arms before dropping it, forgotten, to the floor as well.
“This is why you want me to leave,” she accused him, staring back at him with hurt, emerald eyes.
God yes, this was exactly why he wanted her to leave. Because he couldn’t keep his damned hands off her.
“Fucking dangerous,” he groaned, lowering his lips to her shoulder and licking the fragrant flesh there.
Damn, she tasted good. So fucking good.
It was all he could do to keep from raking his teeth across that tender flesh, from marking it, staking his claim in a way no man or Breed could mistake.
Licking, kissing his way down as he laid her back along the desk, Devil came to the firm, rising mounds of her breasts, to the ripe, pebble-hard tips of her nipples.