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more the stunned into silence type, not the witty comeback type.
He sipped his bourbon. “I have titles, but I won’t bore you. And Amanda’s exaggerating. I’m hardly beyond reform. Anyway, I’m more interested in finding out about you, Catherine.” The way he said my name made a lump rise in my throat. His tongue rolled over the word slowly. “I understand you’re new to Chicago. What brought you here?”
I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t play the game, allow myself to think this could go somewhere. So I blurted it out. “Listen, I’m really not interested in whatever it is you have in mind. I should go find my friend.” I started to rise from my seat again, but his firm pressure on my thigh increased, and he pushed me down.
“Catherine, you have no idea what I have in mind. If you want to find your friend, alright. But before you do, I’d like to make sure that I see you again.”
“Why?” I tried hard to hold to my defenses, but that hot, liquid feeling raged through me as I watched his gaze narrow.
He gave me his knowing look. “We have a connection. You know it, and so do I.”
“I don’t know anything,” I lied.
He leaned forward. “Do you know what I’d do right now if we were alone?”
The idea of being alone with him made me tremble slightly, and I reminded myself to breathe. “I thought you were behaving.”
There was that boyish grin again. I really liked that grin. “You have no idea how well I am behaving, Catherine. If we were alone, I’d peel you out of those leather pants. Taking my time. I’ve been trying to imagine what you’re wearing underneath, and it’s driving me crazy. I want to strip you down and touch your breasts.”
I really couldn’t believe I was sitting there listening to him. Even worse, he was making me hot. My nipples hardened with arousal, aching for his touch, and I’m sure he noticed. I had to make a conscious effort not to push my arms against them to ease the tingling.
“You have exquisite breasts. Do you know that?”
I didn’t answer. My breasts felt heavy and sensitive from his gaze alone.
“I want my mouth on them. I want to kiss them, suckle them, and roll those hard nipples over my tongue. Would you like that, Catherine? Would you like it if I put my mouth on you?”
I couldn’t answer. I didn’t have the words. While he spoke, his warm hand made gentle circles on my thigh, the rhythm steady and erotic. I sipped the second bourbon without thinking. I needed something to do, something to wet my parched throat.
“You seem like a man accustomed to getting what you want,” I said finally, trying not to think about the stroke of his hand. I could feel the heat from his touch radiating higher and higher, pressing between my legs, making me throb.
“I always get what I want, Catherine. I always get exactly what I want.”
“Is that sort of bravado supposed to be sexy? You won’t get me.” Oh, what was I doing? Yes, yes, yes was like a chorus in my head, but I couldn’t let this happen, let anything happen. As much as I responded, I wasn’t ready.
He shrugged. “I do love a challenge, but I can see you want me. Why don’t you just give in?”
I sipped the bourbon again. “It’s tempting.”
“There’s nothing wrong with giving into temptation now and again.”
“You’re tempting.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I never talked like this.
He reached out and ran a finger down my cheek. “Catherine, you have no idea the ways I could tempt you.”
“I don’t do one-night stands or the fuck-buddy thing. I don’t do just sex, William. And I’m not relationship material.” Who was I kidding? I didn’t do anything, and I really didn’t know what I might do or even what I wanted to do. Beckett said I should have fun, but I didn’t think I could, now that fun was staring me in the face and had told me he wanted to put my nipples in his mouth.
He looked nonplussed. “We can work something out. Think about it,
He sipped his bourbon. “I have titles, but I won’t bore you. And Amanda’s exaggerating. I’m hardly beyond reform. Anyway, I’m more interested in finding out about you, Catherine.” The way he said my name made a lump rise in my throat. His tongue rolled over the word slowly. “I understand you’re new to Chicago. What brought you here?”
I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t play the game, allow myself to think this could go somewhere. So I blurted it out. “Listen, I’m really not interested in whatever it is you have in mind. I should go find my friend.” I started to rise from my seat again, but his firm pressure on my thigh increased, and he pushed me down.
“Catherine, you have no idea what I have in mind. If you want to find your friend, alright. But before you do, I’d like to make sure that I see you again.”
“Why?” I tried hard to hold to my defenses, but that hot, liquid feeling raged through me as I watched his gaze narrow.
He gave me his knowing look. “We have a connection. You know it, and so do I.”
“I don’t know anything,” I lied.
He leaned forward. “Do you know what I’d do right now if we were alone?”
The idea of being alone with him made me tremble slightly, and I reminded myself to breathe. “I thought you were behaving.”
There was that boyish grin again. I really liked that grin. “You have no idea how well I am behaving, Catherine. If we were alone, I’d peel you out of those leather pants. Taking my time. I’ve been trying to imagine what you’re wearing underneath, and it’s driving me crazy. I want to strip you down and touch your breasts.”
I really couldn’t believe I was sitting there listening to him. Even worse, he was making me hot. My nipples hardened with arousal, aching for his touch, and I’m sure he noticed. I had to make a conscious effort not to push my arms against them to ease the tingling.
“You have exquisite breasts. Do you know that?”
I didn’t answer. My breasts felt heavy and sensitive from his gaze alone.
“I want my mouth on them. I want to kiss them, suckle them, and roll those hard nipples over my tongue. Would you like that, Catherine? Would you like it if I put my mouth on you?”
I couldn’t answer. I didn’t have the words. While he spoke, his warm hand made gentle circles on my thigh, the rhythm steady and erotic. I sipped the second bourbon without thinking. I needed something to do, something to wet my parched throat.
“You seem like a man accustomed to getting what you want,” I said finally, trying not to think about the stroke of his hand. I could feel the heat from his touch radiating higher and higher, pressing between my legs, making me throb.
“I always get what I want, Catherine. I always get exactly what I want.”
“Is that sort of bravado supposed to be sexy? You won’t get me.” Oh, what was I doing? Yes, yes, yes was like a chorus in my head, but I couldn’t let this happen, let anything happen. As much as I responded, I wasn’t ready.
He shrugged. “I do love a challenge, but I can see you want me. Why don’t you just give in?”
I sipped the bourbon again. “It’s tempting.”
“There’s nothing wrong with giving into temptation now and again.”
“You’re tempting.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I never talked like this.
He reached out and ran a finger down my cheek. “Catherine, you have no idea the ways I could tempt you.”
“I don’t do one-night stands or the fuck-buddy thing. I don’t do just sex, William. And I’m not relationship material.” Who was I kidding? I didn’t do anything, and I really didn’t know what I might do or even what I wanted to do. Beckett said I should have fun, but I didn’t think I could, now that fun was staring me in the face and had told me he wanted to put my nipples in his mouth.
He looked nonplussed. “We can work something out. Think about it,
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