Wilde Novellas

By: Janelle Dennison

She stayed put, out of necessity and partly because she was curious. “So, what’s so important that you’d go to such extremes to be alone with me?”

“I would think that would be obvious.” Flattening one hand on the mirrored wall at the side of her head, he leaned toward her, increasing the heat and awareness between them. “But if not, I guess I need to be a bit more forward. How about having dinner with me tonight?”

Startled by his invitation, one that tempted her beyond reason, it took her a moment to form an excuse that didn’t give away her deeper interest in him. “Thank you for the offer, but I had a late lunch and I’m not hungry.”

A grin canted the corner of his mouth, as if he saw beneath her struggle to hang onto her businesslike composure when the air around them fairly crackled with a vibrant, seductive energy. “How about a drink, then?”

“I’m not thirsty.” Oh, that was totally lame! She caught herself before she could roll her eyes, and uncertain of what his next request might be, she decided to turn the tables and throw him off guard instead. “Do you know it’s common knowledge that you’re a womanizer?”

“Really?” He lifted a dark brow, seemingly more amused than offended by her comment. “Says who?”

“A lot of the women in the office.” She shrugged, attempting a nonchalance she didn’t feel. “You’ve got a reputation for being a love ‘em and leave ’em kind of guy.”

“That’s an exaggeration. At least the second part of that statement is.” With his free hand, he reached down and uncurled her fingers from the handle of her briefcase, then set the leather portfolio on the floor beside her. He straightened again, trapping her completely between the arm braced near her shoulder and the palm he lightly rested on the curve of her waist.

His touch was gentle, incredibly sensual, and one hundred percent confident male. His striking blue eyes, locked on hers, made her tremble deep inside. She knew she should tell him to stop. At the very least to back away so she didn’t feel so scorched by his close proximity. But she was too mesmerized by the seductive, forbidden spell he’d so effortlessly woven between them to speak. It was just the two of them, alone, and despite knowing from personal experience how risky it was to get involved with a man she essentially worked for, she couldn’t deny the fact that she’d craved Eric from the very first day she’d met him.

She had to resist him…

His thumb feathered along her hip, bringing his gorgeous face, and her predicament, back into focus. The fluorescent lights overhead haloed his dark head, giving her the distinct impression that she was dealing with a fallen angel who knew too much about wicked, sinful pleasures.

“As for that love ‘em and leave ’em comment, I do love everything about women,” he murmured huskily. “The way they smell…” He dipped his head, his nose skimming her jaw as he inhaled slowly, deeply, as if she were an irresistible drug he couldn’t get enough of.

Her lashes fluttered closed, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud.

“The feel of their soft skin…”

Warm fingers strummed along the sensitive flesh at the nape of her neck, and her pulse quickened in her chest, between her thighs. With effort, she lifted her hands and placed them against his rib cage, but couldn’t bring herself to push him away.

“And especially the way they taste…”

His lips parted against her throat, and his soft, wet tongue lapped at her sensuously, awakening long dormant needs and a rising passion she couldn’t contain. Her head fell back, and exquisite sensations curled through her, making her knees weak and her breasts ache for the stroke of his tongue, the heat of his mouth.

His lips traveled back up to her ear. “So, if dinner is out, and so is a drink, how about a kiss?”

Oh, yes, please. . . The shameless plea tumbled through Jill’s mind, startling her at just how far she’d allowed herself to go with Eric. And just how much farther she ached to go with him, to fulfill the fantasies she’d taken to bed with her for the past three months and finally experience reality in its purest form.

“I’m not interested,” she blurted, out of sheer preservation.

He chuckled, the deep, arousing vibrations rippling along her nerve endings. “You are such a liar, Jill.” Amusement laced his voice and flickered in his eyes, which quickly faded to a more serious, sensual mood. “I can smell your desire. I can feel how much you want me. And I tasted the heat of excitement on your skin.”

The man was absolutely shameless. Despite knowing all the reasons why she should avoid any involvement with him, she felt her defenses crumbling, her resolve weakening. In its place anticipation stirred her blood, and a hot ache settled low.

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