Oh God, she needed this. She needed him.
She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, her nails raked across them as that something so wild and desperately hungry rose inside her.
Her lips moved beneath his, drawing in his taste, his heat and his warmth as she felt his hands move beneath her shirt.
The material bunched up beneath her arms, the tips of her breasts grazed his chest, drawing a gasp from her lips as his head jerked up.
His eyes, that light wild green, blazed into hers. Dark hair fell over his brow. His brooding eyes bore into hers.
“Can you walk away from me, Kia?” He dragged the shirt over her head, pulling it from her and tossing it aside as his powerful thighs straddled hers. “Answer me, damn you!”
“It’s pretty damned obvious I can’t,” she cried out, the arousal and fear mixing inside her. “Do you think I would be here if I could walk away?”
He paused. “Would you walk away if you could?”
She wasn’t certain what flashed in his eyes, or why it burned in her chest.
“Would you?” she asked him rather than answering.
And he didn’t answer. No more than she could he answer that question right then. If she did, she would reveal everything. The heart and the soul she could barely keep contained.
She loved him. She loved him until everything inside her reminded her how empty, how lonely, her life had been for far longer than the two years she had suffered for her one mistake.
But she couldn’t bear to suffer longer. Soon, soon, this would have to be resolved.
“No answer, Chase?” she whispered back.
“I’m not letting you go tonight,” he said, his hands cupping the mounds of her breasts. “I’m not letting you go, Kia.”
“For how long?” Her lips trembled on the question.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He watched her, his gaze intent, his expression hard. “I swear it, Kia.”
She licked her dry lips slowly and fought to suppress the disappointment.
“I knew that.” No one but him.
He took her lips again, and suddenly the battle wasn’t just emotional. It was physical. It was hunger burning into hunger and an explosion of defiance and anger flowing from Kia. Determination and arrogance aroused in him.
Lips dueled to control the kiss. Her pants were pushed from her thighs, her fingers pressed between their bodies, wrapped around the heavy length of his cock and pumped.
His groan was heavy. Her cry as his lips moved to her breasts filled the dim room.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth, drawing on it deeply, his tongue stroking over the sensitized tip as she watched him. He watched her. His cheeks flexed, his lips covered her flesh, and between her thighs a flood of response saturated her bare flesh.
“You keep forgetting this,” he growled, his lips moving back to hers, nipping at them, stroking at them. “This, Kia. Walk away from it, I dare you.”
She shook her head. She should walk. She was tempting her own destruction here and she knew it. But she knew she couldn’t walk. He was a part of her now.
Before she could hold on to him again, he moved back, rolling her to her stomach as she tried to buck against his hold.
“This isn’t fair,” she cried out, feeling his lips on her shoulders, his teeth. “I can’t touch you.”
“I could tie you back down,” he suggested, his voice thick and husky now. “You liked that, didn’t you, Kia? Helpless beneath me. Shattering outside yourself when you came? I know what you did. I know what you felt, Kia. I was there with you.”
He nipped her ear as sensual weakness flooded her at the memory.
“I was with you, baby. Where the darkness shatters your mind and you know you’re lost forever.”
One hand curled beneath her hips, jerked her up, and positioned her as he moved between her thighs.
“Can you walk away from it?” The head of his cock pressed against the hot, wet folds of her pussy. “Can you stop aching for it? Stop needing it?”
“Oh my God!” Her head reared back as one hard thrust buried him halfway inside her.
The abrupt stretching, the mindless heat, tore through her, throwing her into a chaotic pleasure that whipped and surged through every nerve ending.
“Feel how tight you are around me,” he growled, his teeth raking her shoulder as the savage tone penetrated her senses, whipped her pleasure higher. “Like a greedy, milking fist. Milk me, Kia. Pull me into you.”
She was already. The tender muscles were flexing against the heavily veined flesh, drawing him inside her as she panted for air and fought for sanity.
But he was retreating, pulling back.
“Don’t stop,” she was whimpering, needing more. She just needed a little bit more. That was all.
Her back arched and she screamed as he buried his cock inside her again. Every thick inch powered through the tight sheath, burning inside her, blistering her with the heated pleasure.
“You love it,” he snarled, pulling her up, holding her back to his chest as he gripped her chin and turned her lips to his. “You love it, Kia.”
His face was as savage as his voice.
“You love it,” she cried back. “Being inside me. Taking me. You love it, too, Chase.”
“I love it, Kia.” His teeth bared. “I love fucking you until you scream my name. I love feeling your sweet pussy coming around my cock. I love all of it.”
“With me,” she demanded, concentrating, just a little concentration to tighten further around him, to make her muscles suck at his erection, from base to tip.
He blinked in sudden pleasure, a grimace contorting his expression before he was staring back at her.
“With you.” He held her head back to his chest, her face turned to him as he nipped hers lips. “I love it with you, Kia.”
“Just with me.” The words slipped out, causing them both to freeze, causing fear and desperation, hunger and the need for satisfaction to become stronger, deeper.
“Just with you.” The words came out almost as a curse. Fierce, furious. His lips covered hers for an endless heartbeat.
A second later a hand between her shoulder blades pressed her chest to the bed and a hard hand gripped her hip. He began moving, caressing her, stroking and pumping inside her as the other hand gripped the back of her hair, pulling.
Erotic sensations danced over her skin. The prickling, heated pain at the back of her head only added to the pleasure and the burning sensations as each thrust buried him fully inside her, stretching her, taking her.
There were no words said. Kia could only cry out, plead with desperate whimpers, and take the surging lust building inside her.
The love. She felt the emotions whipping through her, the needs, the sensual pleasure, all wrapped into one, and when they exploded through her she prayed she didn’t scream the words that were on her lips.
“I love you, Chase. Oh God, oh God, I love you.”
It was in her head. She bit her lips. Shook her head. She wouldn’t say it. Fireworks were exploding through her body and mind, though. They were racing through her blood and tearing through her system as she heard his harsh exclamation behind her.
Then it was amplified. Another orgasm detonated as she felt him release inside her, his semen pumping into her, adding to the sensations, the emotions, and the love she knew she could never escape where Chase was concerned.
She collapsed beneath him long moments later. Exhausted. Her lashes heavy as he dragged himself to her side and pulled her into his arms.
She curled against him. It was where she had longed to be for so long. Just right here. She needed it, just right now.
It wasn’t just the pleasure, she knew. It never had been, even that first night. It was about Chase. It was about this emotion that pulled a single tear from her eye and left her clinging to him.
It was for the love.
22
“I don’t need a babysitter in the office,” Kia told Chase the next morning as he exited the elevator to the fourth floor of Rutherford’s main offices and followed her through the sales force cubicles to her back office.